This is a song about "Codi blu being a slag"

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Was i overeacting just being a pessimist,

No more amore, i refuse to force you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

Being swallowed in a vac whole

Open up your contacts then scroll

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

And still being a rebel

Visualizing being a college graduate,

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

A childhood being depressed,

Half your body laying on my chest