This is a song about "Punks"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Get off of my feet, and then i got these punks from my old street

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

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

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

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

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,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb