This is a song about "Do not know what to say when you get asked to prom"

Don't know quite what to do

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

So when the cops came asking, i know not to say shit, keep my composure,

But what happens when that only life you know starts to shatter?

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

What words do i needa use for you to say

And do you have any clue what i had to do to get here

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Straight bad bitches i run, through

They don't know what to do

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

What do i do when i'm not rapping? it's a shame, i've never asked

But when you get actin' like you do i just try hard not to instigate,

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade