This is a song about "Dad dying"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

After all the times i preferred dying.

Inside it feels like im dying

I was born to do the damn thing

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Double penetration with ya dad

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

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

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Thought you would never let me down, dad?