This is a song about "To my sisters and my dad"

But than my dad started to make some choices

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

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

My dad going to work and never coming home,

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

He said my sisters smart and if you're good with her then good

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Oldest nation on this earth

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

I just write that right by a mic stand

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