This is a song about "Those"

Or those those confessin' for weapon possession

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

So time to get trashed, forget all those

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Feelin' those things that i missed

I should've been a dentist

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Nearly hitting those skies

I used to have a nine to five