This is a song about "Dylan terry"

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

Hand over the knife please

Automatic kill for pennies

Well, probably, i lost count

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

Shit rougher on ya so the world has change in color

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

Bitch, im the shit and i keep my fucking tissue

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Or count sheep while you sleep

Outstanding clout, what up greg street