Grew up without a father, it's sad
Ain't no uncles—see, an uncle is like a second dad
When I talk to 'em, they get mad
I try to tell these little bastards but these little bastards bad
He having his bread, he having his wealth
But he eatin' at the table by himself
People say that he don't look out for his niggas
But his niggas be trickin' off on them bitches
