This is a song about "Eric s"

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

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

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My garage full of cars that bounce

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

And all my childhood memories

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit