This is a song about "Dylan terry"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I'll tackle fuckin' fans on stage, i spread lyrical cancer plagues,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Chasing after a dream lining up the tackle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Hand over the knife please

Nah me and rap go hand in hand like jeckel and hyde,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

That's taken a blood bath in slaughter water/

Good love then i can do that for her