This is a song about "Living with my dad"

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

While living, at home with mommy and daddy, i sling dimes out the trunk of my black caddy,

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Still living home with ya moms/

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Shortly after, my dad joined the army