This is a song about "Still living at home as an adult"

I decline for the moment he unfollows on twitter

An still blaming me but we sit at the same table for dinner

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Still living as a resident

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

As the pharoah in the barrow living

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

No child should know what it's like to be an adult at such a young age.

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

I'm an mc still as honest

You left your nigga on his own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes