This is a song about "Andrew wharton"

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Only to become a potter

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

I am the next kanye west

Never ever pay rent

I’m running this bitch, you are just a dog walker

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Eastside, take them to the west

Hold my tears i tried my best

Now this rap is influenced from west, east and grime

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

From greater algiers all the way out to the ninth ward,

I style on new york, pile up my fork