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

Waiting on my homies as they do their thing

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Little do they know his parents are both doctors

Never underestimate make faces or step to him

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Let me make one thing clear,

Yellow diamonds in my ear

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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

What do we say to the parents of students of plaza elementary?

Say one thing and do another

I think it excited her

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill