This is a song about "Briar and taylor"

While i'm making history

Living young and wild and free

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

I guess i'd even settle for just taylor

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And stop playing hide and seek,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And get it again and again

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend