This is a song about "Andrew silver"

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

You told me god was the answer

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

And only one silver chain to be flashing.