This is a song about "Murderd parents"

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

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Did you choose to have parents?

Let's have a toast for this new love

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Less shitty whites bragging how there parents

And say fuck you to your parents,

Here i go again, falling in love

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

And i got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

A troubled family, wealthy parents living prodigy..

Knowing that my parents do not care

Don't you leave a seed in there

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss