This is a song about "Celery lad"

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

No disrespect cus that lad was fucking sound,

Fuck you fuck u off and move to the next lad

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

If you come round me like that youll get fucking slapt lad

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

Every lad gets that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

Fussy lad has been discharged this case has been horrible

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Puffin celery endo, neva kneel like them simps though/

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio