This is a song about "Darren dennison"

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

[darren is a gay friend, but he's cool, so don't write hateful comments]

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

You're right about that, darren, our hunt for love.

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Me and darren scott, we're rapping about our exes.

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Me and darren have stopped rapping about our exes.