This is a song about "I m acrips"

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Said when i do dirt wit her

I"m the designated driver

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I never use a fork i always spoon her

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...