This is a song about "What are parents"

(you are just what the doc ordered)

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

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

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Cause another innocent died

But that's what freestyles are for right?

Guess what you are different too

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

'cuz my motherfuckin' parents are too poor to pay for college,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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