This is a song about "Piching a tent"

I ain't talkative neither

I'm a pro your a minor,

What a bummer, what a drag

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Of impactful things one can ask for

I'm a sinner. i'm a churchgoer.

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I'm a grade a o g

I’m tryna be low key

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

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

I'm a magician so please focus

Spit a poem or a diss