This is a song about "Austin weber"

Now my homie's in the hospital with a breathing unit,

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

T.i., ludacris, jay electron', b.o.b shocks america,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

Ill paint my life as picture like a mural on a wall

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

But now it's gone, the doubt in the clout of my mouth which can spout like a twelve gauge

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field