This is a song about "Weeaboo called sarah"

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Called up yo girl to come chill

But sarah palin, guarantee i'll jack off to you later

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Bro called dad over, we tried to explain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Until i was called upon again,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

By this devil called society,

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

We can't afford to pay the lease, we release, called,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Theres nothing called mission abort