This is a song about "The discharge i don t speak of to my parents"

I scorch the weak like i do my newports when i speak

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

What do we say to the parents of students of plaza elementary?

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Me love you long time

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

Of my parents who didn't care enough to even stay together

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown