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

I just want somebody i can see

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

In adolescence you could bet my fuckin parents were so proud

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

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

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

You killed da nigga i bet his parents at home waiting

To make karma come faster than she normally will

At my pinnacle a point so pivotal

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

At least that's what her parents assume