This is a song about "Cristian mantilla"

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Why you call me back? don't lie

He's seen several of his best friends die

Try wrap it in spinach, maybe you'll slowly diminish

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

Aren't you somethin', an original

Petrol clouds lurked over several crowds of people in the chilly breeze

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

My voice make her wet

And think alone in my head

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Loving you is clouding my head