This is a song about "Parents splitting up"

And say fuck you to your parents,

On the slow jam of love

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I feel sorry for there parents

Poke out from behind her

While im winning splitting swisher,

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

I ain't quitting i ain't splitting, i'ma stick it like glue

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Grow the fuck up you immature parents

Did you choose to have parents?

Trying to get back to this thing called love