This is a song about "Boy who is short"

And oh boy is it limited

You, you, you have to pay for that

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

But my words fall short on those who don't know.

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Life is too short to decide what's wrong and what's right

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Eight hundred short a grand for a show, don't care my rent is overdue

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

So gon' and be my dealer baby

His high is still really short to me

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

There was a little boy who never went out to play