This is a song about "Your dad dying"

After all the times i preferred dying.

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her

My rap fucked you harder than when your dad fucks you in the ass.

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Well its between you and dad

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Let my angel sing

She's dying sir i need your help

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself