This is a song about "Sam being a turd"

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Visualizing being a college graduate,

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Now this is what i call an evening

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

A childhood being suppressed,

Stop it if you scared

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Being a white knight ain't acceptable

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Or was i just a desolate being

And getting money is the song i sing

Took the form of a human being