This is a song about "That girl clean version"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Well im my own version

I'm gettin discouraged with her

That white girl is my cater

And that was just to get em' clean, it's a pretty gruesome scene

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

This is like riding through the city

That girl meant a lot to me

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

And he, what's his name, earl

Won't ya swallow that girl

That was too bad because she seemed like the perfect girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

If i said that all of that was faker than a clean wrist,

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest