This is a song about "Piching a tent"

Influences are a dime a dozen

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

You got reason to brag

What a bummer, what a drag

Like a baby without a diaper

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Inside the tent on the beach after swimming out chord, keys

Spit a poem or a diss

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

I'm a pro your a minor,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Given a velocity and a direction