This is a song about "Dillon murphy"

We'd cotch listening to damian marley

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Shit since birth i've been cursed on this earth

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

To life, striped in a straight jacket, mind void of light, spiked with a great habit

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Haha ya got scared when i saw ya hiding underneath your jacket,

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid