This is a song about "Alan lee"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Ready and stiff to pull a burce lee manuver and kick

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

At home they comparin this situation to nam

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee