This is a song about "Trying to do whats right"

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Like hes trying to be mac right

Bait baby, wait baby

Whats this gotta do with me?

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

No way out, you trying to find out what to do

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Instead of trying to right your wrongs, you sit back, light a bong,

Whats wrong is right, they have no doubts

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

But i ain't really working, trying to get this shit right

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Trying to look like a duck, selfie-girl knows whats up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck