This is a song about "Brandon is not kill"

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

Gone wild kill you with a smile the world is all mine

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

This is not fake it it is reality

Ok just listen up a little

My flow is not conditional

I'm not even real, you couldn't kill me if you tried

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Luck is gone for you mister kill a cop ain't steady

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

But you can't kill what is already dead right?

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags

Im not here kill u but ima put your lyrics to rest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed