This is a song about "Parents getting high"

On the slow jam of love

And say fuck you to your parents,

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Parents treat me like a baby

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Prolly getting high like a popped ollie/popped molly

Kids giving their parents bad stress

And i'm a just take another guess

That was a blessing in disguise like jamaicans getting high,

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

All we need is convienient love

Cause he was abandoned from parents,

Giving parents head aches

One verse is all it takes