This is a song about "My parents want the best of my sold another pound"

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

I want the you out of my body so bad you just

If its not couture, i will not go to her

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Cause i want the top position of my reality

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Parents just don't understand my troubles with "the man."

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

You're just another stepping stone in the path of my destruction.

Get my taste from all of my bitches

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this