This is a song about "Scott miller bitch ass drinking pepsi and playing bitch ass trumpen"

I treat you like september and i'll make your ass fall bitch

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

You better go home with your weak ass moans, and bitch quit blushing,

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Saying my song is ass lemme see you try bitch

Im just tryna get rich fitty hat and a down ass bitch thats why my mind gone

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

While you had to struggle ‘n kiss ass, and for what bitch?

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,