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

Never underestimate make faces or step to him

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

She went over to the boy and asked him are you okay

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Make your parents change the radio station

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Knowing that my parents do not care

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will