This is a song about "Dads leaving"

Could i make you my baby

Is slowly fucking leaving me

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

So yall people best be leaving

Straight g thing, double m g thing

So yall people best be leaving

And this will be the song that we sing

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Look it something they can't ever see

My dads a liability