This is a song about "Why u gotta walk so nast"

Why i gotta be such a block head

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

I can walk out to so many!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

First u gotta stand up,

That shit was wack as fuck

Oh! i was lucky u say u gotta good heart

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Why its bad and why i gotta get my mind right

U look so down why your turning blue

It's really not an issue

I get real high, you don't gotta ask why it's kind of obvious so don't even try

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I don't walk so i have no hurdles

Here i go again, falling in love