This is a song about "Ely is a crackhead"

Niggas shoot over bitches

Believe........ love is not a myth,

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

That's what a public offense is

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I'm finishing lines like a crackhead foaming at the mouth

This is a handicap match and

And get caught, in the moment

And niggas flashing crazy

This is a killin spree

My life is all a daze

Just know that i'm always

I'll tell you baby that we're through

A truck, this is a spin wheel you