This is a song about "Lossing a dad"

Now the boy says that he don't need a dad

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

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

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Yeah, it's all natural baby