This is a song about "Andrew parry"

(plexus) "um not to scare you or nothing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Run away get away ye's got a gun

After the club, gettin you open

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

A raw savage from a zoo shelter, like hugh hefner i keep it up

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Did give you a good scare raised the hair on the back of your neck bitch beware,

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

She's dying sir i need your help

Struggling first class, headed for the runway

When the pains will go away

I should be put away, because the drugs never help

If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Observe as i swerve towards her in corvettes