This is a song about "Bryon hamilton"

Knowing he could score a ten out of ten,

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Dear me, in about ten years

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Lil young boi, up in the spot

Pawning my chain in the shop

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Maybe drop a hamilton on a sick domain

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

But whatever, you hit on the spot