This is a song about "Him and xbox"

Boys were mean to him and swore at him and made him want to vomit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Cocky pricks and apologies obviously don't bother him,

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And sometimes i still want to threaten him

Attacked him by disses and curses

Who know this be the life that i really live

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

He gave his address, and she agreed to go meet him

Lies, tangled with fiction

And i hope you told him

(sorry, ma'am, xbox isn't a rapper)

Jt: didn't get a gift for her