This is a song about "Andrew parry"

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Maybe too shy for the stage/

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

But i still prove my skill is clear

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

And i let my mudda' fuckin' rhymes steer,

And dangle him by his tail while i feed him to a grizzly bear.

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare