This is a song about "Bradley cox"

For that paper, i'mma grind

Crop aside, i'm not of the kind kind

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Get that h-i cus c simeon got risin stock/

You saying we rap's claimin' a fighter pilot flies don't

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Cuz you know that i'm growing the best crop

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Miami nights, ain't another one

If the coach knew what he would have become