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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

To worry about me and my bro steven

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

I ain't being dramatic these feelings are automatic you don't know until you go at it

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

I hate being in court, looking at the attorney

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Fell asleep in first class

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Pure trash infused with such elegance,