This is a song about "Punk life"

An watch you cry trying to find the ways to try running away punk

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Online this is for the public to stop your punk shit

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

But im taking a dump on ur little beef punk

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Bet i put you punk asses in your place,death is your only fate,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

But he was probably from your crew, you fuckin punk

He's a punk , he copies my lines when the beat drops,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through