This is a song about "To my dad"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Rip to my dad and my cuz,im just a very polite thug,

And sure enough my dad came one morning

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Bun b, i’m underground king

Thats what my dad was doing

My dad been with half of california's women

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Born alone, work alone, die alone

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

But my dad didnt make it

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Took my heart away from money