This is a song about "Dad not being around"

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

No i’m not being funny,

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

I'm not saying pops did nothing, cause without a dad you're incomplete.

Being a dad, you weren't that great,

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

You might see a body being dragged around my shed