This is a song about "Brooke thompson"

By the water, au revoir to my audience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The only time i flirt with her

Throw ya in a chopper,

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Look here mr. kappa don't fuck with me i'll slice you like a banana with this chopper

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

If you want the beef i'll pull the chopper and i'm stuntin mane

I'll come up on ya with an ak or a thompson like i'm n.w.a straight outta

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

I love to pull out my gun

Ross and folarin, couple women