This is a song about "My dad getting shot by a glock never knowing him and running the streets"

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

By the age of twenty two i'll be a loser or a dad

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

Relationships should never rewind

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

By the way i walk, and talk, are you in shock mom and dad?

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds