This is a song about "Punk ads bitch"

Ads, the texas ranger,

Go 'head and hate me hater

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Secret society all we ask is trust

But im taking a dump on ur little beef punk

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

But he was probably from your crew, you fuckin punk

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Fake punk, talkin all that shit, you ain't rough

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love