This is a song about "I hate dad"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Everyday i hate, i loath,

As she goes through the levels

I hate your fucking guts.

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

I hate you and your mother,

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

I shot my dad in the face

Lookin' for these better days