This is a song about "Evans nan"

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Her words will help you recover

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Let's put it on cruise control

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Blank check? so you're what happened to brian bonsall?

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Hayden pulls out a gun and shoots himself point blank in the head

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Grosse pointes blank popping in your back before i cut slack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

And yung jay too, bitch stop biting, 'cuz i'm calling you out,