This is a song about "Dad mom sister little brother grandma"

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

And mom would sit there quietly and dad would make me finally

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see