This is a song about "Fyn being a god damn weeb loser"

Poke out from behind her

But my mates said i'm a loser

God damn head , maybe u got a

Our history that they stole, africa

And that fear made me into a loser

This ill right here, i represent the future

God damn for once i feel alive,

They getting nice, they got some ice

Otherwise i'll see a loser

Ya'll wife and white knight her

And if he opens his mouth i'll seal it closed with candle wax

Blasted out a gat with a flow so fast it'll ransack the god damn tampax

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

God damn golfweezy you at it again,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them