Song meaning of Dear Oliver by Nasty C

Oh, dear Oliver, your dad is feeling all sentimental and sappy in this song. He's out there in Cape Town, pretending to be a magician with his fancy hat, reaching for rabbits and parakeets. He's reminiscing about how your existence gives him drive, like he tossed you a pair of keys. He even mentions how he wanted to marry your mom before having you but ended up ringless and with clean knees. It's just a month until you grace the world with your presence, and your dad is holed up in a recording booth at 5 AM, determined to finish this emotional letter and rap it all the way to Ebenez. He's been working hard to become a better person so he can impress you. By the way, he falls asleep with his hand on your mom's tummy. So creepy, right? But hey, he hopes you'll kick your way into his dreams and he's got some lovely baby clothes all ready for you. Split him however you like between your mom and him because, well, they both get all of him. Your dad sounds incredibly nervous about becoming a dad, and he even flew back home to tell his dad about his new life. He gets some advice and works on himself because, you know, he needs his dome right (whatever that means). He even paid your granny in a traditional Zulu manner to make it official. How fancy! When you finally arrive on June 25, your dad becomes the happiest man alive. He thanks the big guy in the sky for your survival and experiences a proud moment when he hears your first cry. He couldn't contain his excitement; it just escaped him! And he looks at your mom like, "We made a baby, this is crazy!" Well, dear Oliver, your dad used to have a death wish, but now he wants to live to eighty so he can change your diapers. Yep, those Pampers ain't cheap, and if you owe him money in the future, better pay up! He feels so lucky to have you that he bought you a crib for practically nothing, and you are sleeping soundly in his arms. He used to dream of cars flying before having you, but now he's stuck in traffic, hoping to make it on time. He even calculates his ETA with the midwife on the line. Your dad is completely devoted to you, calling the IvySon (whatever that is) his religion and claiming you as his very own Mini-Me. You've given him a whole new reason to conquer, and if anyone ever harms you, he'll turn into a raging monster and tear them apart like a lobster (yeah, that's really specific). He also mentions that your mom named you after an angelic rock star named Yoshi, who now rests in eternal peace (he must have been a cool cat). Your dad may not know God's plans, but he's confident that Yoshi earned a seat in the afterlife. With all this love and devotion, Oliver, you're one lucky baby. May you bring joy, chaos, and diaper changes to your dad's life!