This is a song about "Dads leaving"

Money back on my mind

Leaving all this behind

Is slowly fucking leaving me

Knowing you can no longer party

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

Tell them niggas they sleeping

Wide eyed when im leaving

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

People love hodgy i hate you though

So yall people best be leaving

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit