This is a song about "Dysfunctional parents"

Dysfunctional membrane, louder jet been, under the radar not seen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Knowing that my parents do not care

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Grow the fuck up you immature parents

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Did you choose to have parents?

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Dont you feel like picking me up and killing those parents!"