This is a song about "Walking down the street with a beer in my hand"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

He spit in my face 'n sprints down the street while its raining.

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy

A scythe in my left hand and a sickle in the right

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Were educators and indicators that you don't want to fuck with us

So soon. minding your own business walking down the street just doing you like nike says.

With a blunt in there hand,

I can feel your heart beating fast

Walkin' down the street like a normal person

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

With a pentaforce in hand, in fact my damn index possessed the damage

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch