This is a song about "An aquaintance"

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Its an imagination

It's all good, finna dog that

An insane lunatic

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Call an investigation!

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Know the time, know what it's like

Anorexics an apatite