This is a song about "Parents ireland pub"

Knowing that my parents do not care

Day and night are my 'posites rare

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Grow the fuck up you immature parents

My parents are freaking

Or the chick leaving

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

So wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub

She likes the way it hits her lips

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

Parents would never approve of us

The critics are calling me conscious