This is a song about "Whore birches who fake to be depressed on the internet"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Know to cut the whore shit, easy

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

You put on a fake persona, without that you'd be a loner

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

To be the ones who tell the people who have none about the only begotten

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Like a #whore on the floor, we forgot his name