This is a song about "A abusive dad"

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

To my brain/ i chose to refuse/ couldn't take the abusive/

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

Alcoholic dad died of damaged liver..step dad was also a leaver he succumbed to my shovel/

I swear they think i'm crazy

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Then like an abusive husband i'll give you a backhand,call that x-men the last stand

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Being a dad, you weren't that great,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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