This is a song about "Finding parents"

Less shitty whites bragging how there parents

Amen, they say you only live once

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

But he don't rule a thing

My parents are freaking

Grow the fuck up you immature parents

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal