This is a song about "Asshole men"

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

For making an asshole

It's apart of her goal

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Car seats got screens in them

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

I'll never call you bitch again

They'll never become better men

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.