This is a song about "Got cheetos"

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

But then shit got worse i got colder never cried

I got that powder, i got that white

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Just searching for the perfect shot

Just a feeling i've got

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Advancing to fullest and blow what got

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

But sadly they're all i got

This is the part where we run hip hop

We'll fuck up everything we got,

Like a fiend off the best rock

To prove what i've got