This is a song about "Parents with the yelling"

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

That's why i'm something my parents aren't happy with,

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

And i know - there'll never be peace

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Parents it ain't conductive, watch your girl, hit with that morning sickness

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was