This is a song about "Dad never being there for me"

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Iv never had no1 there to buy it me

You're never gonna be the one for me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

He was my cousin and he was there for me

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Being a dad, you weren't that great,

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

My mom and dad don't love me, never got along

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

There weight on my shoulders, but none of them, there for me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It would never be just for me/

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

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke