This is a song about "That one girl called chelsea"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

That white girl is my cater

Your name's 'kensington' because you were made in chelsea.

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

// [she's just a girl who claims that i am the one]

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

If no one misses you can it really be called tragic?

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

There's one called christianity

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

A ph.d in being dumb, my dream girl. my only one

Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.

People love hodgy i hate you though

And he, what's his name, earl

'cause shit i was close with this one girl