This is a song about "About a boy called oli who is a wastman and a dickhead"

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

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

Not so tough now bitch, who the fuck gives a fuck about all your porches and

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

What i'm tryna say is that battier's a gay boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

There was a little boy who never went out to play

She sure does talk a a lot about dick, boy she must be in that genital phase

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/

And if ya boy thinks yo a virgin

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win