This is a song about "Riley freaks out"

Gotta big bitch, ass out

Or know what its about

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Popcorn relaxed take a seat enjoy the show were all a bunch of freaks,

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I can taste the salt from my tears

Spewing out automatics

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Societal freaks still prided on spinning the leek, how tragic

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

I said believe in your dreams

Robbings on the streets when the freaks creep when we sleep, glock toking fiends

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police