This is a song about "Dylan wilson"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Show you my gold middle finger; james bond visiting

Rip this is for you jordan davis

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

All we need is convienient love

I murder, no purpose

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Never had a purpose but i'm determined for greatness

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates