This is a song about "Probation on probation"

Rolling with my yankees hat on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Make a fuckin statement, but not for duckin probation/

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Man it goes on and on

When you took my hand up so calm

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

I'm on deck i'm up next

Relying on myself

New message from mom

And just keep livin on