This is a song about "Mum and dad splitting up"

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

(what up dad?) do you remember the birthdays you missed out?

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

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

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

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Well its between you and dad