This is a song about "Having no dad"

No whats real is having people talking through lies and deceit

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Like football your ass smacked dad

Don’t you be holding back

Like wheres erick at (dad?)

Ive been having these thoughts

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Ma glaswegian accent means no mainstream for me but a don't regret having it

Cause you looking like maxes dad

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

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