This is a song about "Teen rapper swag money bags ski mask"

When they hear me rocking the groove

My swag is to the roof

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Extreme scream coming from this crippled teen!

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Man i'm mankind, just without the mask.

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening