This is a song about "Your dad leaving"

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

So while you worry about the hoes

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Head rush, a feel like your leaving your body

Ain't no fairyou can stay longer

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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