This is a song about "You tube"

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Baby you know i love you

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I'm tryna learn somethin new

No thank you, just fuck you,

I must go like fly route

Straight out the fucking tube

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Nobody cares about you except you

The boa know they loving the crew