This is a song about "Picking the after credits over the girl that i like"

You just working with the scraps you was given

// [she's just a girl who claims that i am the one]

Lighting reef up like it’s the holiday season

Picking words from the top of my cranium

I suppose, when i'm finished,ill hook ya up with a date but i'm picking the thickest

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

She went over to the girl and asked her are you okay

After i cash the bowl, i feel like i should just bask in the ambience

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears