This is a song about "Dad s death"

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

My garage full of cars that bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

It´s the battle of life

Rollin' down the four o five

Thought you would never let me down, dad?

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Now you got me hopped up on that

Double penetration with ya dad