This is a song about "Dizzy"

I got the dizzy izzy ease

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

That nigga too dizzy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

It, till it's dizzy, that's when i wake it and throw it. but nothing works,

This is like riding through the city

First name dizzy last name b