This is a song about "Loss of a father"

Loss of time for play-doh; i'm steady spending more pesos

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

I'm everything that they call nice

My father is the cause of these memories

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Cuz their all on my balls...no wander i don't know such thing as a loss.

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

So here, i'll give you my condolences for such a terrible loss.

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

And i be talking about me, i do this

Scum a disgrace to the father,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Don’t you ever get too comfortable