This is a song about "Freaking you"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Got'em writing bars to send you the freaking penitentiary

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Girl you know i want you

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

I don't know what you heard about

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

But these freaking hispanic's won't get off my back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you

You're bruce jenner, confused with your true gender so you freaking run

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Im just an average white kid, nah i aint (freaking) trill