This is a song about "Meeting up with your mates"

I have a dream in which i will succeed, blow up like a balloon,

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

They vaguely decipher my language

Step up, ill beat your ass with a god damn crutch

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

He's even packed make up to cover your scars with

No more splurging on fitteds at goliath

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

Then get out your seat and jump around

In your truck with the system up, bring back up wait interrupt, sound erupts

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush