This is a song about "Andrew silver"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Looking in the mirror all i want is silver

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

I met silver, told him to hold my beer as i dove in

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them