This is a song about "A boy who sends snapchats of his balls that haven t dropped yet"

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

He should of just dropped the people that wouldn't stop

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

I'm madder then the hatter after he dropped acid and fell off of his ladder,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Get yours; you know what this about

That one day he failed his class, he dropped out

Awkward kid in need of a mom who cared/ dressed like a boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,