This is a song about "B l a c k r o s e"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

L y r i to the c

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

E-v-i-l cant you see this is i-r-l, do i gotta spit some internet slang to get it threw to you

Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

I wonder why, i sit and cry

You chose a gay r&b beat? are you a psychopath?

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit