This is a song about "Parents worried about what their kids listen to"

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

I tell my kids to burn their wish list,

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

For you kids to listen to, i'm vodka, drama, shock, tonic,

I don't really care about it, so, i ain't worried

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Because everyday we worried 'bout our parents gettin' buried,

Kids giving their parents bad stress

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Since i'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

Listen to the lame rings of kids who play

When you see the instant replay