This is a song about "Casey likes men"

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

She likes casinos every other night

Over me the same peeps that have died

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Made a million with the pen