This is a song about "Edgy depression hating my parents"

My parents keep telling me

Walk that body, talk that body

Season opener, finna be there

Knowing that my parents do not care

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Because of my depression i'll never be the same.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

In my room thinking why are haters are hating

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

Only way settle my depression with rapping