This is a song about "Friends that switch up"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Generic indeed, see i can switch it up for you fiends

Mid-drift, turn on the switch, broke but killing rappers that are rich

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive

Hit it with a picket cricket wicket, make sure not to miss it, switch it up,

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch that's just how i feel (nah)

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Call me crazy maybe, but those were your friends that "hate'' me.

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

So ima run up n take a switch blade to your gut n face

But when i throw the switch, your lyrics will never match up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck