This is a song about "Gagstass and posh people"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

The krusty krabs and the people called haitians

My home girl told me i got an issue

And if people hating on you

Vision, abstrakt, and many another people, well hell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

And this will be the song that we sing

And the whit i split's got people applauding,

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

People sporadically and randomly

And these imitation people are insignificant/

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Which leads to your people and my people clash