This is a song about "Dead beat parents"

I don't want you to have my permit yet

I just murdered off this beat, man i guess it's dead,

Too focused, one word, righteous

Parents would never approve of us

And say fuck you to your parents,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Parents treat me like a baby

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Did you choose to have parents?

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

If he disagreed he'd be beat by both his parents till his butt would bleed

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Grow the fuck up you immature parents