This is a song about "You aint my parent"

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Tell myself it aint that bad you know. my issues arent important.

But boy you aint living

Don't want to be the king

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

I aint about to tell you my whole life story,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I'd raise the infant, like a parent,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

That aint no good/ that aint no good/ you aint learned a thing

But ima just shrug it off,you aint on my level you dont even come to my knees

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Bring that shit the fuck back

You aint even got a pack