This is a song about "We were just 15"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

We were livin a fantasy

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

We were livin a fantasy

Dike just like a dyson is bliss of course we know were it

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Being hit by the strays came after the fact,we were so drunk

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Were the bullies that pushed him, the pussies just got lost in it,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

We were drunk and high at the same time, so it's kinda hazy,