This is a song about "Dillon murphy"

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Shaved of the face of the earth

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed