This is a song about "Dad gave up"

I gave up on it along time ago

Ran outside to see the big show

Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

I was like six without a clue or a doubt, come on now tell me (what up dad?)

Were running wild tonight

I told u i gave up the fight

I gave up on it along time ago

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Randy in rappad people look up to you like you're their fucking dad

Your soul already gave up, it knows this a no show

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though