This is a song about "Getting bitched"

Shits getting serious.

Good kids make bad grown ups

I'm not getting no therapy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im down and out

Make all the bitched shout

Is a space that now you hold

Signs of you getting smoked

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Getting served like verizon