This is a song about "The pain of losing a dad"

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Like a drug it induces the pain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

'cause i'm about to give the death penalty of pain