This is a song about "Derrick meade"

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

I never use a fork i always spoon her

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Mid-drift, turn on the switch, broke but killing rappers that are rich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

[8]pelicans briefly speak, this is no world for the meek

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

She was popular, but i was shy and meek. a boy viewed as weak.