This is a song about "808 thud"

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Take your life in an instant with a click, bang, thud

"thud" there goes your head, bouncing around like a

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Cus if your love was all i had

Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature