This is a song about "Dad going to prison"

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Bro called dad over, we tried to explain

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

My dad going to work and never coming home,

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

And dad came home ready to take a life

Cause im not quite the type of nigga to spend my life in prison

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Didn't want dad to go though, no point in him going anyway

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

We got money to go get baby