This is a song about "Kynator and brittian"

And kill yourself and your clique

What do i really need

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Living young and wild and free

It was just another party

Car seats got screens in them

And get it again and again