This is a song about "Finding parents"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Because man you better get writing, but there is still a feeling i'm finding

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

And say fuck you to your parents,

Amen, they say you only live once

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Giving parents head aches

I hope that you're finding it better than some kinda redder heinz

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights