This is a song about "200 subscribers"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

200 degrees but im getting sucked

But got comma’s in my statement

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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