This is a song about "Dads leaving"

It's the reality of leaving,

Questioning the whole meaning

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Wrecking and leaving em, it's unbelievable/

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Is slowly fucking leaving me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Leaving you curious about your cheerios