This is a song about "A girl named drew"

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Thinking of the girl in my basement named mallory

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

Life has put her to the test

I got a friend named chris rent

I met this girl named mariana

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Dear reader, hiphopwizard secretly fucks a transvestite named peter

When you keep em right beside you

Top down feeling the breeze, no drew