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

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

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Knowing that my parents do not care

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

My parents and family said i can't make it//

D j t j, the best, do his thing

They are not confident when im talking

And i got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Criticism doesn't make him mad