This is a song about "Evan campbell"

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

You is not hip then i can not coach her

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

So, i'm leaving you with a brand like your name was russell.

Every since then our whole city been horrible

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

I put these poems all in these songs

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play