This is a song about "Shitty principal"

Principal in this bitch i make the rules.

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

And the principal asks why we cant follow the rules

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I confess it- i'm a shitty skinny white rapper

You're just the same, vapid and insecure and shitty to hear

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

You bitch,your bars are like shitty first grader

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

You soundin a little shitty fool,

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

The memories were to shitty to even last,