This is a song about "Teen chat online"

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

Just before they seen my money in the green

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

All your memories are in vids online and pic online

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

She prefer the dutty wine

Like people meeting people online,

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I sit back roll couple of zig zag's and chit chat

These nigguhs is not who they is online

Private plane, my seat recline

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart