This is a song about "Appreciating parents"

These joints here not found at the mall

Its your parents who caused it all

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

At least that's what her parents assume

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

I feel sorry for there parents

Use your parents as servants at first glance.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

And i got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Parents treat me like a baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

My parents keep telling me

I’m tryna be low key