This is a song about "Porter robinson"

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Keep this passage coming, get the #shaft like gordon parks,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

“nah, don’t make me call the porter”

Took the van, went snatch her

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Working ya ass out on hanson for minimum wage

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes