This is a song about "Aaron andrews"

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

But at the same time i pull out an m1 abrams tank, see?

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I always buy nicks although i would rather only buy dimes.

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame