This is a song about "Bradley cox"

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Show the world everyone's hidden noose tied rope

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Slow it down let me give them a rope

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Matter fact, your last rap sounded like cow crap.

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Up and then soar the rope,