This is a song about "Father leaving"

The time is now, on everything

It's the reality of leaving,

But look at my mother and father

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

But black kids come home to no father,

Is slowly fucking leaving me

I be gettin' money

Wide eyed when im leaving

I do the right thing

Said when i do dirt wit her

Do you know yo father,

So if they better than the kid

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.