This is a song about "Finding parents"

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

But i'm finding grinding isn't quite like reclining

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

And say fuck you to your parents,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Less shitty whites bragging how there parents

Grow the fuck up you immature parents

I can teach you all the sounds of love

And all my childhood memories

Finding nemo in this bitches reef

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

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