This is a song about "Money highschool baseball sex alcohol"

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

This is last call, for that alcohol

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Baseball is my first love

I wouldn't be famous

Convertibles with turbo jets

All the girls wanna have sex

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex