This is a song about "White collar crimes"

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

We sit back and relax and watch 'em make violent crimes,

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Spilling to my family like admitting to committing past war crimes

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

We sit back and relax and watch 'em make violent crimes,

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Blue collar they'd call it, ain't ghetto, fuck what haters say,

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Reachin' for my collar, so anxious from this evil mess

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

My future is certain, ive committed a billion crimes

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

I got something you've been waiting for

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar