This is a song about "Mom dad separate"

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Don't try and separate race from religion

I want to fight the music on this one

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

We went our separate ways

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Mom relaxed, dad chilled, we all had it better

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Than i separate my laundry call it segregation

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation