This is a song about "You tubers"

I don't want it on my back

Thinking about you, you slag

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

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

You think i'm lying to you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Snitches here don't got no heart

You act like you go hard

You take what you don't need.

I need to beat

Like you understand what you say

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

You expect me to respect you?

Niggas that guided me through