This is a song about "Fuck mods on gta"

On the phone, fuck im feelin dizzy, rippin out the cord

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

Im on a higher level, fuck a trick in the basement

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

But now im on that fuck shit

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

When my competition ain't much

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

I don't know what the fuck is going on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Back the fuck up, i'm on a rampage like jackson

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything