This is a song about "Dad died"

Become the greatest rapper since pac died

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

The old me's gone he already died

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

He died on my 16 birthday,

Until i started to lose my way

Not only had the fiend died

Why we gotta fight

But now look at you, you wouldn't care if i died

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

When we were through my heart just died

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

And drew up a blue image of the day she died