This is a song about "Dylan terry"

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Boston, threw the tea overboard

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea

Take off in 7 trolley stops, the goal is cops

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

Roller, can't decide which way to roll over/

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper