This is a song about "Preston being outnumbered and not worried"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

I'm sure that some come close, but unfortunately, not of this world.

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

You outnumbered by yo emotions

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

I keep my money neat

Competitors get worried

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table