This is a song about "She gets thrown around the team"

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Thats why they disgruntled because they not on the thrown

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Wall vermillion, if she stays the night she gets a satin robe

Like playing a match without the captain of the team

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

When she see me on the streets, she turn around the other way and run

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Now stop fucking around before shit gets serious

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

She gets the pregnancy test, is it positive?

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

People don't condone what they've never seen

Gillys on the fucking twerk team