This is a song about "Dad whoe died from drugs and mom who goes to jail"

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

And that's how my story ends: my mom died

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

By the way i walk, and talk, are you in shock mom and dad?

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,

U got one more chance to repent to forget your sins and worship who died and persecuted for you

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

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you