This is a song about "Parent s responsibilities"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

We can talk things over a little a while

I was the parent now, helped him up and made him smile,

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

All the women say my name, at the same damn time