This is a song about "Shantel not chilling with his boys"

Trust me boys, that's not "what makes you beautiful"

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

So narrow brained get wise boys, but not to the point

And of course, my car's off course

Metronome, chilling with better whores

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Not even he satan can harm me with his hardest hit,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit