This is a song about "Eighty three"

So while the world goes drake crazy

At the age of fuckin three

So much nut like i came for three

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Drainin' enough blood to fill eighty wading pools where kids could play

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

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