This is a song about "The sidemen"

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Saw the bombs on the news

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Still the man with the pan

Fifth wheel on the back just hang