This is a song about "I hit 100 subscribers"

Rub my back, then let me lay

Before i hit the hay.

That's when you know you doing shit

Understand how i planned to hit

Like i want fucking subscribers i'm just "wasting my time" lately

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

I don't spit nothing but 100% real shit.

See i let my nigga split that

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Can i hit you up tonight

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

And i just bounded past so many rappers, 100 that i counted

Cause i got mad niggas around ready to take the next hit.

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Can i hit you up tonight

Right side, right side