This is a song about "Whit"

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

And the whit i split's got people applauding,

I emit confusion with my whit i'll have you trippin, help i've sunken

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

She like dudes whit lotto money from

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

So she takes some whit pills and says so long