This is a song about "Gagstass and posh people"

Good and evil, deceiving deceitful like creeping people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

So here i am at the store for some chips

The krusty krabs and the people called haitians

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

And millions of homeless people back home

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

And combine with the minds of some brighter people

You just trynna be haters

I hurt people worse and worse

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And the whit i split's got people applauding,

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor