This is a song about "Charles the iii"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Black fours red drop head doors

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Charles barkley, got the job, deadly shit, tnt forgiveness

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

She wanted to fight at first

I'm in the the real world

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,