This is a song about "Fathers that leave"

And leave an ad on that shit

With g's in my pocket

And their mothers and fathers

The richest place on earth

I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (fuck that!)

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Or is there six different fathers,

Oldest nation on this earth

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

I must go like fly route

Leave that other fucking dude

Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun