This is a song about "Aydens neck rolls"

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

But i'm tied up, bound by this wall and neck

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Shattered like the spines of the crippled old. now it's time, the ripple rolls.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Simply out of this world by choice

Jesus piece around my neck

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Code red, which means you go red

Ill stab you in the neck

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck