This is a song about "Dads gone"

Look, by the end of this song

Blew up the club i'm gone

(its gone be right yeahh gone be alright,

Hey baby girl what it look like

December 4th a star was born

And once i'm dead and gone

Tats out and my hair long

Keep shrinking y'all till your gone!

Ma's gone, pop's gone, wiggy dipped...

And things seem to conflict

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Screaming to the voices - be gone

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,