This is a song about "Junkie parents"

Dont you feel like picking me up and killing those parents!"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Make your parents change the radio station

I compliment you with your conversation

Straight g thing, double m g thing

My parents are freaking

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Parents treat me like a baby

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Why did i get stuck with the bad parents

Its your parents who caused it all

Know you want me to fall

They scared up and bleeding like the arms of a junkie that's been scared by a needle//

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I feel sorry for there parents

My nigga, its all love