This is a song about "My parents hate me"

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Trust me, y'all critics and parents from middle class households,

So you dont live with parents that hate you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

// [you show me nothing but hate]

J. cole runnin' late

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Dont you feel like picking me up and killing those parents!"

Three town homes in delaware

Knowing that my parents do not care

Hopin' that my niggas see

My parents keep telling me

Even when my parents call me i leave no traces

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones