This is a song about "Lauge on his scooter"

I'm breathing for a purpose

Taking his work problems out on us

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Without even putting anything on his dick,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Pussy bitch he wouldn't do nothing while his on his own

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Like his whack ass flow on another man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

You're on his menu,

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you