This is a song about "Abel tesfaye"

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Recreating less gorified scenes in my book hiden in my mind of killin kind,

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Carter are you prepared to take the constitutional oath?

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

Its depressing, this kingdom is prison, of this system we victim

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And cash money supermarket like seth,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Beat her with a medical book, page opens like the setting of a stage,

Man i got my education from a book of life'

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose