This is a song about "Dylan kelly"

Now look at me than look at you

What preceded was the clue

Look in the mirror, seems opaque,

See my hands start to shake

But its real look at today , look at what you portray,

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Imma look at the stars,

I be murdering bars

Watch as i transform, jamie lanister form and slay the king,

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around