This is a song about "Duncan murray"

So, i'm leaving you with a brand like your name was russell.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Top ranked, number one my son

Fuck a smith an wesson

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Covered the room in splattered red,