This is a song about "Donnie u speaking on the dead yo head look like a piece of cornbread"

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

Am i cheating on this woman if i'm gettin' naked pictures from another

He's on rappad like "yo justin, man i look up to you, you're like my brother"

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

When that banga on ya head, and u high on the med

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Write how to stop rapping like a piece of cheat

You don't want a piece of me, cuz the piece comes out

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

My body's sailing into the sea ,floating like a piece of cork,

But like is a puzzle. you gotta get the right piece

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees