This is a song about "A boys dad dieing"

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Now the boy says that he don't need a dad

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

Mo boys than a bachlerette get a tab out i'm

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

Niggas who be rapping how real they are