This is a song about "My dad leaving me at five"

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

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

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

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Bt my dad made me "the godfather" offer...which i just cant refuse...

Shit with our whole family

Is slowly fucking leaving me

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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//

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Me and momma been through it all and my dad was playin games