This is a song about "Andrew bitchass your mom"

When i get to warwick avenue

Stay in school kid, and do what your mom told you.

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Commit suicide, slit your throat, they find your mom crying

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

You a bitchass, little like stewart

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Your mom would rather raise a maggot