This is a song about "A crack head lawn guy"

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop

Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Your raps are classic like an aztec, your a fucking a crack head,

Crack head girls who cant look after there own kids is anything sadder

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Than a new song im on the grass so i'm on the lawn

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Hey pal goodbye ,this site must block such a motherfucken guy

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie