This is a song about "Missing your parents"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Parents it ain't conductive, watch your girl, hit with that morning sickness

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Covered in blood from top to waist raped missing all of your face/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Make your parents change the radio station

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

This ain't easy, im thinking

Hit it til your face go missing

But i tell it how it is parents better keep your guard

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart