This is a song about "I don t wanna go to mad river"

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm done, so mad at you that i don't wanna say goodbye

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I said i wanna go to hogwarts

Switch up, now i don't wanna go gangster now, don't want to provoke

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

But when i discuss a relationship your mad that we go back to this.

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

But when i discuss a relationship your mad that we go back to this

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches