This is a song about "Dad dying"

Then some lady named billie holiday

Gangstas dying from day to day

Double penetration with ya dad

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

The door crack, niggas all black

Well its between you and dad

No, not bombs over baghdad

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Im living every second that im dying

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

After all the times i preferred dying.

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing