This is a song about "Im squeeky"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Im in these streets im gettin paid

What up girl, tell me how you been

Im bout to give ya, im ridiculing

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Im still loaded, im loaded

After that moscato hit

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

After im gone im forgotten

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

I guess im tryna say that im heartless

Sometimes im afraid sometimes im engaged

Look, just remember how that winning taste