This is a song about "My old address"

Stereotyped cause my accent pop like old videos

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

I force myself into my old self again,

Let em marinate, you forever late

"here's my address, meet you at my place at eight"

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Baby i’mma mess, mess

You can tell from my address,

Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring