This is a song about "Dylan terry"

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

On the tissue like other nasal germs

Rat race no rat flow hard

Blasting out some backyard

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

You bout the issue bro, cus ive been though more shit then a tissue roll.

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

Sliced it from throat to tail, watched its organs fall out.

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat

I'm a 3 layer foundation mortar concrete and textile

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Fuck this little skater tryna chase around and bite his tail,

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale