This is a song about "Parent"

For thinking you were really a parent it makes me sick as fuck

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Enforce, i'm elegant and

I'd raise the infant, like a parent,

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

I'm no parent they should watch over their kid

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

I was disowned by my parent,and leave alone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone