This is a song about "Caden douglas"

But cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Aye pitch shift this shit man.

Cant prevent it kicked king arthur in the balls

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Wanna hear me, go wait in line and pitch a tent

Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

Lv on my feet with a belt to match

Trust me, if my niggas pitch, i can't catch

This is why her nigga mad

Top dropped down, black on black