This is a song about "Not living with dad"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

You're all too concerned with the human you're living

I'm not saying pops did nothing, cause without a dad you're incomplete.

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

This the life they're living, not me i am different

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

No longer gonna try to tell dad shit, i'm done with it

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

What we gotta do to survive