This is a song about "Apologising to my parents"

And say fuck you to your parents,

And panned out, i'm all in love

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Parents just don't understand my troubles with "the man."

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Stood over my parents bed and i sware to god i would've did it,

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Knowing that my parents do not care

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

My parents are freaking

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,