This is a song about "Drew nichol"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

My punchlines are more accurate that drew brees throws,

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

And i know - there'll never be peace

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

I even drew a clear picture in the words

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Drew my blueprint, got it illustrated affiliated

Fucks i give? big easy, drew brees

I'm everything that they call nice

My home girl told me i got an issue

Top down feeling the breeze, no drew