This is a song about "A dad leaving"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

Upon listening to a verse your leaving in a hearse

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

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

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

And of course, my car's off course

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

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack