This is a song about "De yo is where it at"

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Where people spraying their tools, which is playing it cool,

More than where im paced at, i'm faded but you can't erase it

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Where the fuck is he at? i'm lonely, he's probably cozy.

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

So where it all begins is here destiny and me finally meet

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Is it a place where the pay sucks less?

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says