This is a song about "My dad leaving me"

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song

My mom and dad don't love me, never got along

Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, 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.

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Leaving me with no choice but to agree,