This is a song about "Dad dying"

Like football your ass smacked dad

Ha my mojo back

And dying every second im living

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

? all white but the phantom is all black

Thought you would never let me down, dad?

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Homies dying like this is fucking war times