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

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

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

Let me make one thing clear,

Ain't that your worst fear

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

When they hear me rocking the groove

Make him inhale the gas fumes

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

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

But there ain't a thing you can do

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

I was born to do the damn thing

Energized and still going