This is a song about "Your skinny"

And he, what's his name, earl

Just a skinny white girl,

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Like, "there's nothing in this world that tastes as good as skinny feels!"

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Dem gals real shifty, ass fat body skinny,

I confess it- i'm a shitty skinny white rapper

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

She picks me up when i fall, skinny as a toothpick

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

I know i'm a skinny white boy who raps like a drug addict

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig