This is a song about "Byers colorado"

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

I would have been a totally different person

Luring these people i'm hurting you are hung

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Wake up in make up on the floor sore with a whore and sock hung on the bedroom door

My dick hung like a horse

Alcohol and booty calls

My led hot like arizona/

My all gold rolly or the

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are