This is a song about "Bryce tucker"

I went out , got some meal

Ghost in the hook so real

I know you're in heaven now, and there's nothing i can do.

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Better begin, again with the meddling, turn the tap on the rap/

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Weary kids paranoid cause we chose to share highs

Run down these clowns, who be beefin' tryna take my crown

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Run off with a girl who's down like the sun did (sudden)

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run

Call the network dipset family ties

Weary kids paranoid cause we chose to share highs