This is a song about "Beth got std"

I got got my pad and pen

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

Immortality like i have got

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

The memories we've got,

Just searching for the perfect shot

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Got through elementary,

That's how i got the weed spot

I don't wanna leave the house i got

My shit was submarine like, under ship

I got my drink, i got my music