This is a song about "My dad not being ther and basketball was myguide"

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

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

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

The real muscle in the message of that

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And sure enough my dad came one morning

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Going on my own to play some basketball