This is a song about "Andrew townsend"

I drop o after o of the loud,

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Paid our prize tryna contrive with demons, to be a freeman

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

One for my well being, the other pushing me to the brink.

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

And all women who had light features, see

Alert me when i step over the boundary