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

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

It's check out time

What is hittin' for

You don;t thin anymore

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Tell my parents i'm just melodramatic, that i like to cause havoc

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Now i never did chores but of course my parents divorced,

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

The centrepiece of spirit, hence i speak coherent,