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

No wonder so many brothers be mad at me,

Look it something they can't ever see

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

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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

I'm done, so mad at you that i don't wanna say goodbye

My niggas getting mad

She always comin back

Use your parents as servants at first glance.

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans