This is a song about "Bradley"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I can't wait 'till you #drop #dead like ritchie valens,

And it goes to show, my words lifted me up so i could float

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

And we're ballin' like when walter frazier fought the lakers,

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Yeah man rhyming all out like doctor suess and christopher wallace,

Like a villain i'm hated

This boy met world like corey did

But it was africa the continent we all came from

That's why when i float off stage they close the fucking curtain