This is a song about "Dylan terry"

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

This game of cat and mouse ends a.s.a.p

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

For now everything just seem so right

Life is like a roller coaster ride

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch