This is a song about "Making fun of their clothes"

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

It's usually lots of fun to see their souls plunge into the dark,

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Blind as blood flows out of your body untill you froze in your soaked clothes,

We made fun out of our jazz talks

And of course, my car's off course

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Bending those monster, making them grab their knees

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

I took my clothes of and climbed on top of her she and i kissed and kissed, making out i prefer,

And their only fucking mission is making a billion

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Making fun of a queer

Yellow diamonds in my ear