This is a song about "Freddy fazbear s pizza and charlie brown"

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I crawl out and see freddy looking at me and i wonder if

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Double mg not to mention

Get in a fight with freddy and win