This is a song about "Brad murphy"

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

When he told martin luther king junior

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

And dip the mashed potato covered

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Haha ya got scared when i saw ya hiding underneath your jacket,