This is a song about "Corps of cadets"

Out of mind out of sight

Working day or night

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

All we need is convienient love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

This kind of reminds me of fishin'

You're uncool like my mother kin

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse