This is a song about "15 n goin to the roy"

Slowly slippin n goin astray

For us to find our way

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You strap on the cape 'n mask, trying to end the joker's laugh.

Cause i came to rain n' evaporate like smoke n' spark trees.

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

Man it’s the killer tracks

Goin off the wall like vans-

I give you options baby flip a coin

But in my head the party's goin

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy