Song meaning of XXX by BabyTron

Ah, the lyrical masterpiece that is "XXX" by BabyTron. This song is like a wild ride through a twisted amusement park, complete with Tasmanian Devils and spinning around like a whirlwind. BabyTron starts by proclaiming that he's so unfazed by a ho that even if he's off shrooms with untied shoes, he still won't trip. And apparently, if you have shrimp up in you, bro, or worse, wimp up in you, bro, he's calling you out. Watch out for Birdie and his thirty, because it's sticking out of his coat like a magic button. And let's not forget Brodie, who dropped a Yacht Master off while shipping out loads, back when people still had twenties and Trump was giving out loans like candy. The testers in this song are hitting harder than Creed and smelling them like cologne. BabyTron makes it clear that he doesn't have time for phone calls, but he'll happily sip and pour some liquid goodness. Oh, and when he was broke, no one let his calls ring, but now he's out here aiming at the sky and wondering who he's shooting towards. He even throws shade at those who cuff nats and write statements without wearing their uniform. As if that wasn't enough, BabyTron proudly announces that he's making porn with your ho, because that's the natural progression from XXX. He survived the storm, props to God, and is casually dropping triple-doubles like Oscar Robertson. Lil' Brodie has even glued his nuts on for a "mobster job" - not sure what that entails, but it's definitely a step up from a regular job. And if you think that's wild, just wait until you hear about lobsters chomping, monsters mobbing, and glizzies being eaten miles away from a cookout. Lil' Brodie rides a scooter through the hood, but he's not just looking, he's getting paid to look out. And if you dare see the hook out before Lil' Brodie, you're in trouble. The second verse is equally mind-boggling, with references to MLive, icing wrists, and tuxedos for brains. BabyTron's mind is his business, and he's determined to mind it while his haters hiss like snakes. Cuddy comes through with E's and P's like a Scrabble champion, and apparently, you can have a paper battle like it's the last day of school. And just when you think it can't get any weirder, someone gets put in a cemetery but without the Hackle. BabyTron claims he can teach you how to rap, stack, and trap, and he's not even a '90s baby. There's a countdown to breaking records and shipping loads, like a thrilling race against time. It seems like the grind never stops for these guys, who are putting in extra hours lately. ShittyBoyz and Dog $hit Milita reign supreme, and they pay tribute by shouting out to the late $cams. So there you have it, folks - "XXX" is a wild, unpredictable journey through the twisted mind of BabyTron and his crew. Strap in and enjoy the absurdity!