This is a song about "15 n goin to the roy"

Goin 90 down the freeway

But i dont never play

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

The devil comin from hell im like a demond and when u see me ur goin to start

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Then lost my faith again

Shout to the clouds n the rain

They claim it as their own, africa

Young roy to another nigga

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

So ima run up n take a switch blade to your gut n face