This is a song about "Deonte really"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You really think you're that worthy

State flow hard dick

Really made me feel sick.

Who i really was, what i really could be

Must be something you want me to see

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Now i dont really know you

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Try to be different but really

// [who can really blame you?]

I call em up, they might fall through

Little light in the ass

But i really needed to pass

A convoluted story, not really

Once as a slave who imagined being free