This is a song about "I hate my parents"

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

We can't relax, 'cuz i gotta help my parents fuckin' pay their bills,

Now i never did chores but of course my parents divorced,

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

We can't relax, 'cuz i gotta help my parents fuckin' pay their bills,

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

So you dont live with parents that hate you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

When you're hearing i my lines, i know you hate them

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Raise my name, but i hate the fame