This is a song about "Father leaving me"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

If you turn me off bitch be prepared to be leaving

And americanized/ tried to make me hate my father and live

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Then i remember the day you told me you were leaving

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Leaving me with no choice but to agree,

My father never talks to me

Bitch, they call it motor city

But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see