This is a song about "Rypod shuffle"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Hold my tears i tried my best

He can split he can bend

I got to make sure that i can play here

To give him a big record deal,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

Catch you up on places i've been

What’s the deal with your attention

Happening? grab my backpack and turn to sprint...

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Who knew it was just another trick of the mind?

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,