This is a song about "Getting caught wanking by your mum"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Getting flooded by anxiety, feeling conquered,

Life's a hard and mad game, you'll get caught by flames

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

By the lies my heart was caught by surprise

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

Talking about the god you serve

And getting songs signed by minors

You caught me staring at your chest,

Never ever pay rent

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

Someone always getting shot, the killer doesn't get caught

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top