This is a song about "Punks"

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Have u pussies bleedin heavily for like 3 months weak punks

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I dont fuck around with no lame punks,just go ahead and say my name once,

Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Engraved a new route so you piercing punks can stay in your lane,

Back onto the track, these punks always would talk smack

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me