This is a song about "Small town"

Pushed down and ain't accepted any town

I know a little girly from uptown

Till we run this fucking town

I don't want no fucking crown

Make your mark all over the town

Oh no we got to slow the city down

Telling me that its my town.

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Or keep small it around four

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Now this anxiety is chasing me around town to town

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops