This is a song about "Travis scott"

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Get away scott free cause im more descreat than sleep,

Scott, but ya better not forget it

After that moscato hit

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Hell, probably be scott-free, doubt i'd be duly caught

If you out there let me hear you say

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Me and darren scott, we're rapping about our exes.