This is a song about "Florida state sucks"

Hot like florida sand bitch

And she stripping, go to college

We vegetables, on them record labels

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

We tigers with the same mind state

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts