This is a song about "Brad pitt"

With gun blazzing, i leave your home filled with bullet hole

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

But check out how i roll mine.

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

'cause you can't truly appreciate the happiness without depression

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I shine, rapping bout how rap is mine

And now these hoes are on my line

Say i am just a rapper from pittsburgh

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Bitch, i was born to ball

I punch a hole in the wall

Spent enough time writing these bars of mine

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Theres a hole in my pocket

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit