This is a song about "Lfg my homie ace on top spending bands"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

I only got four minutes

Spending all my money on lids

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Critics twist my lyrics every minute, cynics on top of me,

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade