This is a song about "We fell in a hole toilet paper really gross misspelled things on the roof"

He had is tolls on the bench, a paper and pen.

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

You're just mad that i'm like expensive toilet paper

Theres a hole in my pocket

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

To the gullible im unstoppable as is compatible, bringing in the capital

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Sooner, later im a hater looking down on the lyrics on the paper.

I don’t do nothing but ball

I punch a hole in the wall

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table