This is a song about "Ollies got no pubs"

Blow up on this society

I ain't got no money,

Well rick james, maury jane

They got no sense and no brain

Ive got no license to kill

I used to be the most humble until

If you aint got persistence say hell no

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Youve got no where to hide

Halfback toss to right

And you ain't got no friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks