This is a song about "Chandler brooks"

In piss creek with rumble from your city

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Rappers then cement their feet and leave them sleep in the creek

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I hate that these rhymes i create are the only part of me i can tolerate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Body dumped in he creek and

She can only live for the moment

Leave you six deep, you piss weak peasant from shits creek, an yes i use profanity when i speak,

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

No car key and i mean that

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook