This is a song about "Ollies got no pubs"

You got no ability

What them tippers don't see

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I may be underage but i'm bankrupting all these pubs

Got his back no matter what

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

And you ain't got no friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

We can never be friends

I got no friends with no ends

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I may be underage but i'm bankrupting all these pubs