This is a song about "My dad bailing on me as a kid"

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

My dad gives a brawl, sayin i gotta have good mentals, rap'll make me unknown//

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

On they twitter writing novels, see

Cause you're dead as a dad to me