This is a song about "Bad dads"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

Times aren't always that bad

It's all good, finna dog that

When im happy people call me laughy, i try to have fun in my dads ol' caddy,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I used my rhymes for bad

Cause we done did that

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Told me whats good and bad

This is why her nigga mad