This is a song about "Ciara kenny"

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost