This is a song about "Being angry at your parents"

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Use your parents as servants at first glance.

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

But i cant even look at some porn with out my parents flipping shit

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Baby, let me give you a call

Its your parents who caused it all

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

But im a well of inspiration

Make your parents change the radio station

Won't run out anytime soon

At least that's what her parents assume

I’m tryna be low key

When your sad angry happy