This is a song about "What were you thinking father"

But he don't rule a thing

What this bitch is thinking

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Thinking you dope , thinking you fresh,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

For thinking you were really a parent it makes me sick as fuck

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

See any resemblance to what you were spitting?

I remember what my father said

This is like love, that you can never get

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

As if you were drunk, you don't know what you just did

I mean the shit is, huey newton going stupid

Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king