This is a song about "Imma kid"

Get you high, keep it on the low

Okay so imma start slow

Quick turning into that cocky kid

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Only chicken heads chicken out

Imma turn my life around

Doja was four hundred

It sucked for this coward kid

Imma' take a step back

You got reason to brag

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Imma celebrate when i made it

Fuck you and ya' attendance kid,

We can play twister naked

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

And imma make these hoes bleed