This is a song about "Nodels and freaks"

And kill yourself and your clique

More money that mean less sleep

But he don't rule a thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Soft serve lyrical excellence you should observe like dem freaks from

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

And a fridge and some broccoli

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Robbings on the streets when the freaks creep when we sleep, glock toking fiends

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Popcorn relaxed take a seat enjoy the show were all a bunch of freaks,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different