This is a song about "Bad mom and dad"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

My mom and dad don't love me, never got along

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Mom relaxed, dad chilled, we all had it better

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Hey dad why did you make mom cry now i'm wishing you would just

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag