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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

U look like the shittest of twats

Now all the world cares for is a piece of paper

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Freddy stabbed me a few more times in the head until i lay dead on the dashboard

A shelter from hector with experience from vector then i got bored

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Fuck she's dead... throw her off the couch, rest my feet on her head.

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

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Write your names on the separate piece of paper

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that