This is a song about "Evan schwa"

And i put you on the team

Breathing heavy foggy from steam

You don't even know half

But you don't have a chance

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing