This is a song about "Dylan klebold"

A roof for their stuff, shout out to george carlin

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

My records sell, yes sir

Sorry... lets go tyler.

On they twitter writing novels, see

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

George washington, and the rest in the basement

Chill son, five more minutes

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

I wonder why we take from our women

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak