This is a song about "Mac kills his father"

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

That's why his father won't give him his time

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

One was my father, i didnt bother to cry, it was his fault it was his wish to die,

I have over 300 confirmed kills

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Wood chain with a jesus

Needs some kills? then hire us

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

Told father the truth about his beloved brother

Stir up all these feelings inside of her