This is a song about "Doing home work"

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Im in the middle of class doing work that is really fuckin gay

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

Am i doing this. but then i go home and my wife starts screamin cause im home

My dad gives a brawl, sayin i gotta have good mentals, rap'll make me unknown//

Simple bar spitting then going home

Please sugar don't come alone

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Unless i worked in tunnels and doing work with shovels

Hey how you doing, im doing fine

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

If u wanna get home

Be shy when we're all alone