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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

So all of this is a valid explanation on why your so fucked in the head,

U look like the shittest of twats

And i'm still hurtin over pops

And don't perform after him or you might regret

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

Every time i look into your #eyes a piece of me dies i can feel it #inside

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

To brake you like a piece of lego

People love hodgy i hate you though

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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