This is a song about "To dad"

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

My dad told them to take me to jail

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

But than my dad started to make some choices

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon