This is a song about "An upbeat set of friends who arent afraid to pit themselves out there"

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

I try to keep an upbeat about things but things don't always go my way,

So much depth of crime, i'm an empty mind. set described to violate laws

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

Until the day i am okay and display an array of plays for all the people out there,

There made out of carbon mesh!

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

To carry 'em softly, not any of my friends stayed there,

I've got an iphone but i'm afraid to phone ya.

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Enter to winner pit

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying