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'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Now all the world cares for is a piece of paper

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

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

U look like the shittest of twats

Where would i be without my dogs

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Like a permanent piece of finite dynamite

Write how to stop rapping like a piece of cheat

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Like night of the living dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

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

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night