This is a song about "Andy townsend"

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

That try to chase these skirts

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

I come outta battles un-damaged with more wholes in wars than andy got,

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Tread around the periphery

Cuz i'm pulling skirts up exposing you ladies,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees