This is a song about "Ankle strippers in thailand"

I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I get special attention

See i walked in while she creeped in.

In every thought, in every word

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Nigga got an ankle tag with some elites

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket