This is a song about "Bango kelly"

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Is this all just fantasy dream or future controversy fit to spring,

Its my fate to be the best but thats just casey,

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms

Allergic to me like i'm spring season, you need some claritin.

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing