This is a song about "Dad never being there for me"

My mom and dad don't love me, never got along

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Just the fact of being there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

There weight on my shoulders, but none of them, there for me,

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Everybody judge you for being something, never can get free from the hate and violence

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

You're never gonna be the one for me

Fuck me for hating on you when you are just being normal

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did