This is a song about "Why d you leave dad"

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

D is for dickheads decreasing and deceasing, wonder why

Dad criticizes me every fucking day, why?

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

And put you on the sideline like that bitch d rose!

Might wanna watch your back when you come up in the d

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Crossover give ed to d, so that i'll leave ill sucker limping

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,