This is a song about "Bryce tucker"

Keep this passage coming, get the #shaft like gordon parks,

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Touch downs so i said ok lets get rid of these clowns my friend tucker ended

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I'm a little tipsy right now, imma spill more, from the same city as millard fillmore

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

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

You a bitchass, little like stewart

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

Maybe party but theres no slumber.. she my baby but theres no bubba

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I pop one, you pop one