This is a song about "Callum robinson"

Let's take this shit back,no more rip offs motherfuck rick ross

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Folarin, the muse of the hater

I guess i'd even settle for just taylor

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

Hell, probably be scott-free, doubt i'd be duly caught

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

But i'll never be a failure i will never exile

Her name rearranged displays her fate: exile by e, there's the dang match

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Bitch got all them booty shots