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

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Remind me who was always fucking there?

If your man can't keep up wit you

But there were a few who knew/

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Who could be hiding over there? (me!)

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

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete