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

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Now watch as a young nigga unfold

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

And all women who had light features, see

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Seemingly insistent to get a piece of this cunt

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

That whatever it creates it will land in the head