This is a song about "Curb"

Kicked to the curb while everyone chuckles.

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

Just to go to liv on a sunday

On the right lane, where the curb lay

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

Fuck what you heard

Put your brains on the curb

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Then i turn and cross over the median curb

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work