This is a song about "Bitches and niggas and weed and pimps and ass and twerking and dick"

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Pimps and thieves controlling 'em, and they patrollin' corners,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

Tell me, why doesn't your ass just suck dick and lay low?

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

The next day you is everybody target