This is a song about "Thinking father"

He's supposed to be a father

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

Couldn't keep sleeping, but kept thinking.

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

But black kids come home to no father,

My knees on the ground, dear father

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

My father never talks to me

Shit with our whole family

Thinking you dope , thinking you fresh,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

How simple they are

Guess what i'm your father