This is a song about "Boy whose parents make him do thing"

Make your parents change the radio station

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

I make more money now than both my parents combined still,

I was born to do the damn thing

And yea we both coming

Let me make one thing clear,

But my brother got a year

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Make things good too. so many thing we could do.

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Little do they know his parents are both doctors

Never underestimate make faces or step to him

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian