This is a song about "Loving my parents"

My shit, i know u loving

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Is it my fault that my parents did not go to college?

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

In adolescence you could bet my fuckin parents were so proud

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Castle and crooks sweater

Loving you is my pleasure

Is it my fault that my parents did not go to college?

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga