This is a song about "Mick jagger"

We can't catch the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

I want to feel her in every way

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Niggas is working forever my bars

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Jam out on your damn couch

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,