This is a song about "Anthony from staten island"

I don't care what it did to them

You're just coming down from

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Swear i'm trying to get through

Robben island imprisoned you

Top ranked, number one my son

Protected from fatalism.

Magic city tipping them

Inhalation my face is numb from

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Blinded from the light emitted from serious a

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era