This is a song about "Eli granger"

I drive that all around

Tires screech on that road ground

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

I can be meek unless you keep me from my mill, you'll get destroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Turned my world in to a play ground

They can’t even come around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Reason i stuck with the sound

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Book of eli, i just came to fill my water jug