This is a song about "My dad not always being here for me"

And dad said to me, now listen, now listen, now listen here, free,

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

I wish mine was here, always looking over me

So let me be clear, if not for christ i wouldnt be here, still on percs and vikes

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Start dissing, just listen to my vision, not here for money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

The real muscle in the message of that

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track