This is a song about "Billy scott"

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Scott, but ya better not forget it

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Hell, probably be scott-free, doubt i'd be duly caught

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I know we jumped of a bridge, and now billy ain't here,

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Oh shit sorry billy, you guys know billy ray cyrus righy mileys dad who made her famous,