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

Dead. driver of the car never slows down or looks back to see. take a look back yellow crime

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Not obvious, it’s like a piece of shit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Write your names on the separate piece of paper

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Like a permanent piece of finite dynamite

Now all the world cares for is a piece of paper

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Instead i sit alone writing lyrics on a crumpled piece of paper

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

A little piece of shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit