This is a song about "You can t control us"

No one can fucking touch us

I just light up and focus

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

And it wasn't cause she couldn't control us

Just let us leave your streets and you can take our weeds"

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Ass shots is a plus

You can even time us

We kick it back and forth, you can call us meth and red,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

He thinks that he can control

Timmy got his bike stole

I’ll ever let you control whats mine

So let's have a toast, everything fine