This is a song about "Olivia hogan"

Fucking hellion you keep dwelling and your asking for it spirit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

I skateboard with my hoard to buy a fresh extension cord

You're in another crack house drinking,

I was born to do the damn thing

Live off my lie and my lullaby

The party house, now don't be shy

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Since nautica was popular than popular for good