This is a song about "Bailey jasmine veal"

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Bailey i love you and cant stand to see you wrecked,

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Gon feast on a leg of freshly shot veal

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket