This is a song about "Parents that got divorced"

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Is it my fault that my parents did not go to college?

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Nothing to give, we got single parents, ain't lovin' the kids,

Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I got that that banging heat headband

All she thinking bout is how to take his last