This is a song about "Connor and amanda"

But don't fall asleep

And kill yourself and your clique

And remember what i said and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I do the right thing

You couldn't live your life for the moment

What i do, through and through and