This is a song about "Dylan terry"

If you feel it, it must be real just

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

Etype of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Bath ya in acid while i'm watching your spine detach,

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Good love then i can do that for her

That's taken a blood bath in slaughter water/

I wish i can send you a tape after your gone

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong