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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

At least that's what her parents assume

You killed da nigga i bet his parents at home waiting

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Use your parents as servants at first glance.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I do the right thing

My parents are freaking