This is a song about "Posting that shit on the gram"

I'm that new shit and you're that old fuck on the shelf

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

I did this shit on the fly, while i was doing my review, one that tomorrow it's due

Erosion flow from the ocean, so i'm posting up on a beach

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

But now im on that fuck shit

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Uh. this the kind of shit that starts off on track and gets real fucked up.

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

The fucked up shit that goes on in my brain

-ion rising up when the playing with gram tens

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz