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

Just for me being weird in the past/

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Everybody judge you for being something, never can get free from the hate and violence

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

But five years from now i bet she see

Iv never had no1 there to buy it me

It would never be just for me/

Malia family, we the family

So for now on you call me "big dad-dy"

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad