This is a song about "Freddie ramsay foster"

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love