This is a song about "Dad leaving me"

But they sold jello in the paint

But then dad told me i failed

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Dad criticizes me every fucking day, why?

Call me godfather, i'm practically raps dad

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

If you turn me off bitch be prepared to be leaving

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything