This is a song about "200 subscribers"

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

That 200 pound rottweiler that's eventually gonna catch ya.

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

50m's in the bank, i get me 200, i'm gone

Put the purp in the blunt

200 degrees but im getting sucked

Like i want fucking subscribers i'm just "wasting my time" lately

Ain't no better swimming in the ocean of your lady