This is a song about "Asshole men"

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

So we can live again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Nastiest over-limit went men

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Yall bunch of rap queens female asshole

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Yep, yep, yep, yep, i'm fuckin asshole

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole