This is a song about "Arm shark seen three seat cream please teenager eleven twelev"

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

I relinquish tha seat

More money that mean less sleep

Through my teenager years, how was life different?

Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent

If another teenager whines about doing boring chores,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

It's been three hours since i've seen the police last, they must've quit searching,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Hello! everyone please take your seat,

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Respect equality and a right to make cream

With a nice vanilla cream

Be the king, that was part of my dream