This is a song about "Poor parents"

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Kids giving their parents bad stress

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

So like i said before don't act a fool

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Names and graves and the poor children who's parents are now gone away.

Parents treat me like a baby

Must be something you want me to see

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

My parents are so poor they're disenfranchised from politics,

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Did you choose to have parents?

Thought this was forever love