This is a song about "Chad decker"

Complete stranger defeat chaser enter my chamber

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Hand to hand in the cold

I say that the pool is closed

Suspect on deck that's that speck to me

And all women who had light features, see

Part of me ought to be a ship cause i keep her on deck,

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

His neck was stuck inside the tape deck,

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Whos keen to step an get wrecked hitting the deck

When they give the grammy in my hand.

You stood me up and i understand

They'll have to rename this one

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,