This is a song about "Camp cringe"

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

They want me to concentrate in a camp

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

A name that makes the game cringe, it ain't too close to call,

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Sipping gin an you cringe on an oxy binge

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage