This is a song about "Ac deli batteries and troy"

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Got shows on top of shows

That would further prove your that kid that should of been killed in troy.

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Fresher than a item that you find inside a deli,

Oi..get the point this ain't troy.. here achilles don't die..i destroy..rhyme smarter/

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I'd be like a deli

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Swear i will murk any beat

And kill yourself and your clique

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,