This is a song about "Missing a dad who s dead"

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

6 flights of.. stairs not missing a step

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

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

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Mocking dead fappers doin' others, they caught an s. t .d!

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

To such a masterpiece when talent is usually missing

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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