This is a song about "Destroy rich boys"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

It's obvious i'm crazy

Boys tell me they love me

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

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

To destroy something so great

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy