This is a song about "Anthony is a cunt as nigga pulling a trigga to his head now he s dead"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

The disappointment he is to a family, his enjoyment turned to insanity

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Pull a trigga, aim at a nigga, bitch you better call a doc

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

That nigga so shame that he hung his head low (hung his head low)

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show