This is a song about "We young fly rich boys gang"

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

On television all we see are just these rich white kids,

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Bun b, i’m underground king

Thats it we getting rich

Forever you my bottom bitch

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

The rich get richer, while we fill up project blocks

But i muscle rap

Fly bitch gang we did that