This is a song about "My dad being killed in front of my eyes"

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

As your family dies, and my family rise

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life

Civilians killed for being a symbol of opinion

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

As she approached the door, her dad was right in front of her,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Put the words in front of my face and tell me how to relay it,

I shot my dad in the face

Lookin' for these better days

But now i see it's cause of you for all the tears in my eyes

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise