This is a song about "Being a foster kid"

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

But thats the life of a human being

The time is now, on everything

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Have a kid, have disease

All that ass in your jeans

Now walk to it with your land mind

The day a kid gets signed