This is a song about "Got cheetos"

I got my drink, i got my music

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

But then shit got worse i got colder never cried

Its all i fuckin' got

Living if she is or not

Hoping that nobody don't notice

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Immortality like i have got

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

To prove what i've got

O. trice always rep his block