This is a song about "Burnt out dads"

I burnt too many brain cells down,

I know a little betty from downtown

I prefer your applause without a handout

But no doubt, i still chill with those getting burnt out

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

I was disgusted at you,threw all your clothes out and burnt them to ashes

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

Speed up, patience, please cause

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

I drive that all around

I burnt too many brain cells down,