This is a song about "Steven being trash at fortnite"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

Makes me a piece of white trash,

And when it come to the cash

Trying to get at me cuz they miss me, being their bitch in their shotgun seat

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

But you can't trash a mess

Spending her time with him i guess

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

Udc where he met my mother

At the thought of being popular

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

I hate being in court, looking at the attorney

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see