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

A cayman porsche, dropped his name adopt

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

You get balls dropped in your hole like your a fucking basket,

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Your balls haven't even dropped, so stop hitting on girl's who like it right/

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Not thinkin bout the boy that you dropped off in hell.

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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

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