This is a song about "Sitting on a porch with a 12 gauge"

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Black and white sitting on a train

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

I'm over sitting in my room, with a sad frown.

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Menace when i step in the game, i came with a twelve gauge

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Truder i'm sitting stupor don't need a tutor

Probably sitting there so lonely with a neckbeard and a mountain dew

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you