This is a song about "No word can describe me"

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

So me and my momma can be happy no more abortions

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

No one person can stop me but everyone can

Pockets probably like fried food

You can dance around me , no loop

You can defuse, no you can't refuse... me

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

No defroster can touch me

I’m tryna be low key