This is a song about "A girl called amy"

To a harder prescription drug called valium like, yeah that's great

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

Every time girl called, boy hit ignore

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Whilst in a school called junior high

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Every day, i spit the truth so i'm called a renegade,

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

That they made a new genre for you called hop hip

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda