This is a song about "Sleeping with everyone"

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Passing my glamour, everyone taking pictures of me with their cameras!

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Then you'll try to spike my corona with sleeping pills

I need kylle tha crocodile, to come over and show everyone how to rhyme with style,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

With everyone on ere looking curious,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Chorus: with everyone around, just doubting me.

Everyone assumes i hook up with a whole bunch of preteens,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams