This is a song about "Fathers not being there"

But being rough and stading tought seems not enough

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

We both grown and i dont care

Just the fact of being there

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

If you're being a downer this is not the right encounter

Chicken bone, not a phone, is anybody out there?!

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

No i’m not being funny,

Fuck fame, fuck money

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

 just not if it means giving up on being me,