This is a song about "My abusive dad"

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

I try not to obey them at anytime

But tupac got shot and cost my dad more than a dime

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.

I've got so much to say

"heyy....wtf dad!! first gimme my pay"

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

To my brain/ i chose to refuse/ couldn't take the abusive/

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Shortly after, my dad joined the army