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

I thought i was out a-town, but god damn i'm outta space

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

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

I'm no loser i'm a winner

Damn now im being labeled as a hater

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I will never be a quitter , or a big broad loser

My god damn hottie dame

And i put that on my name

God damn for once i feel alive,

What you know about this life

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,