This is a song about "They sead"

Can't they come up wit they own shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

Lord knows you've been busy

Realistically they really

And still got my nike boots

They fuckin overproduce

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

They say they dont understand it,

Take my moms, move away

Regurgitating what they,