This is a song about "Parents not being there for their kids"

This is for the kids who live in ghettoes and their broken homes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Five in the air for the parents not scared to tell the kids that nothing his holding them back

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

She did not get what being #apart #meant for me

Kids loosen their father

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Kids giving their parents bad stress

Their there for just one reason

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I feel sorry for there parents

Let me teach you all the sounds of love