This is a song about "A boys dad dieing"

They say he's a dead dad and it's,

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

I've no dad for a good influence,

And the v12, that's on various trips

Damn is your mattress dry

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

By the age of twenty two i'll be a loser or a dad

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Pocket full a coke, but the boys still broke

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Dad and mom are getting a divorce