This is a song about "Bryce s asshole"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Yep, yep, yep, yep, i'm fuckin asshole

Im kind hearted,no matter how much i come off as an asshole

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

S queezys very bold

Hand to hand in the cold

All they see is an asshole

Women at my pole

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt