This is a song about "Dylans dad leaving"

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

One night love: i'mma need that

And my wish is to have everything

So yall people best be leaving

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Is slowly fucking leaving me

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

So we just kept leaving

Or let the mob handle that

Like football your ass smacked dad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Well its between you and dad

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

And then he went leaving all of usin a total awe leaving behind the message that