This is a song about "She s there for a second then turns around"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Turns out she was two faced was treating me like used waste with a bruised base

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

How bout let me kill the track for a second

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

And then it happens, you look up and there she is,

In there she stares ya down for her next fix

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Then she gets a phone call

These joints here not found at the mall

I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around

High on loud when i be ridin' out