This is a song about "Eli petta thinks isabelle likes him but she doesn t"

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Your chick only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

Everyone thinks i’m nothing but trouble,

Got to the end of the tunnel

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

But it thinks high and mighty

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

She tried to wake him up but their was no breath inside......

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

She thinks nothing of it, says "i'll stay for an hour"

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats