This is a song about "So mad at my parents"

Use your parents as servants at first glance.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Quick flipping up sexy back

Did my rap make you mad?

My parents keep telling me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

So i can smoke again, my parents tell me it's a sin, but i just ignore them

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

There's crack, there's crack

My niggas getting mad

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Well, wait; won’t my mom get mad at me?