This is a song about "A father that was never there"

There was a little boy who never went out to play

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

There was a little girl who never went out to play

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

My father never talks to me

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Never a storm til i woke up, and there was terror at dawn

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.