This is a song about "Dad i wish u was there for me"

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

If there was no knives for killing, i could relate

It makes me wish i was 10 years older/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You wish i was a restaurant, cause you can get served for free.

I wish there could be a cure, but when its happened its for sure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Icouldnt let my dad go , so love for me was never exposed/

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Call me an emo, but im actually not one, just cause i wish my life was done,