This is a song about "Finding parents"

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

I feel sorry for there parents

Let's have a toast for this new love

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Weak asses, need glasses cause they're finding their feet!

Parents treat me like a baby

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Less shitty whites bragging how there parents

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was