This is a song about "Boy ill seduce you with my latin"

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ill mindfuck you over with my rhyming mentality, high off x die with mortality,

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

Ill end it with a fuck you for you time

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Yeah hail mary full of grace

After this ill make you my slave,

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!