This is a song about "Wrong places"

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Places that were occupied before become vacant

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

These faces and places are growing old,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Although associated with various places

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I'm still hitting ladies, in all the sexy places

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I was lost in a sea of unfamiliar places,

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Lasers wrecked the wrong faces, sages of the wrong places.

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs