This is a song about "Junkie parents"

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill

It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

Grow the fuck up you immature parents

My parents keep telling me

Oops, i'm so sorry

Make your parents change the radio station

And just looked at the whole situation

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

Parents treat me like a baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Less shitty whites bragging how there parents