This is a song about "Bad mom and dad"

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Mom relaxed, dad chilled, we all had it better

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

About his god-damn dad, mom, she's here,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

By the way i walk, and talk, are you in shock mom and dad?

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat