This is a song about "Piching a tent"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

A bunch a singers and sinners

Spit a poem or a diss

Cause bitch, i'm big business

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Wanna hear me, go wait in line and pitch a tent

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

I’ll do your girl in a vent or a tent

And now that i’m getting money

I'm a grade a o g

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Influences are a dime a dozen

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

You gotta let these shits go, man

You're a disaster a sham,