This is a song about "A young boy named brayden"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Dear reader, hiphopwizard secretly fucks a transvestite named peter

Who ever thought the young boy would turn around and do it?

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

There used to be a guy named undertaker

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

I'm not moving like a cartoon

By a crackhead named june

Maybe i'll have a wife, and a beautiful boy named brady/

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.