This is a song about "Finding parents"

Here i go again, searching for love

Less shitty whites bragging how there 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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Did you choose to have parents?

Thought this was forever love

And i'm a just take another guess

Kids giving their parents bad stress

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing