This is a song about "Dennis rod man"

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Get dennis hopper wasted, hop a jet and get born.

You comeplete waste man

So part of the plan

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

Skeletors, he-man, she-man, see, man?

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

I dont give a shit man

Them niggas newbie bang

I ain't really been myself since rod passed

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Niggas like dennis rodman want that instant rating

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

Murdered every bod from my squad