This is a song about "My dad leaving me at the age of 4"

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

But he don't rule a thing

It's the reality of leaving,

At the age of 12 my mom couldnt handle me, threatened to have me confined

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

Learn how to play the fool at a young age,"

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

Learn how to play the fool at a young age,"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Got me waking up at 4 just so i can write instead

Of carry regret as i prepare for the age

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change