This is a song about "You reposted in the wrong neighborhood"

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Pity i dont shine like darth sidious, live in the wrong meridian/

See all the fucking wrong things you did

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Like i showed you the puzzle with your piece in the wrong place

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

I know you ain't the fucking wrong one

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

You bitches are in the wrong time and wrong place

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in