This is a song about "Squad and rough copy"

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

They try and copy it, they run but not as quick

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Rough weeks, and teenagers would kill for arousing prospects,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime