This is a song about "Dads leaving"

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Bun b, i’m underground king

Wide eyed when im leaving

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

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

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

My dads a liability

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

So we just kept leaving

Questioning the whole meaning