This is a song about "Brad pitt"

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Suicide attempts in the hole

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

And real bitches don't respect you

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

Hollow tips well let you taste em

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

You're my reflection and all i see is you

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul