This is a song about "My mom not letting me go to warped tour"

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Blow some dro and letting shit go…

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Seen my mom for the first time a in months/ but to me she will

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

At the age of 12 my mom couldnt handle me, threatened to have me confined

None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Nothing but accapella when you're letting go

Tell me to go suck my thumb

I need to free them