This is a song about "A dad leaving"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

And of course, my car's off course

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

Upon listening to a verse your leaving in a hearse