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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

What i gotta do to get it through to you? i'm superhuman

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I don't know what to do

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

You do not want to get in a collision

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

And you know you should be able know what to say