This is a song about "Adrian"

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

This is like riding through the city

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Scott, but ya better not forget it

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Bruce willis is nothin compared to my enhanced scams

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats