This is a song about "Its ya boi"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Everybodys plot is deceit, when its not, its retreat cuz ill stomp ya, with cleats

The maskin' in dire of cavin' in. breakin' empire that's how it seems

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/

Its the reason for the shootings ya see on the news 'n

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

Damn its just so hard ya know,

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

I dont even know what ya speaking its mystique.

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need