This is a song about "Dad who hasn t been there"

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Lower than my credit score

Cuz i been there before

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Me and momma been through it all and my dad was playin games

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

Who's saying there hasn't been bodies i racked?

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

My dad been with half of california's women

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

The one who can´t even show a real smile