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

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

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

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

In the chair of confession i dont have the heart to speak to you

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver