This is a song about "My dad dying"

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

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

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

You're insane? you're putting bullets in my barain and i still aint dying

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Then dad payed off my bail

Ain't recieved any mail