This is a song about "Becoming a dad"

And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

The best teacher for becoming a man guess i skipped the lesson plan

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process.

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

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

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I've no dad for a good influence,

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Realitys a nightmare an life doesnt seem fare its becoming a scare,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

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