This is a song about "Backpacking through europe"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Let's hear something original through and through.

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

That what i’ve been through

Got through elementary,

I'd done stacked many

But can you get that through,

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

What i do, through and through and

Streets is calling you

So when i'm coming through

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Go to europe and put neurofens in my syrup and stirred em

Hit like versace we come through/

Shawty can i taste you