This is a song about "Frederick ma"

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Isabella, ma bella

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Ma family aint proud of me

They music good but they bogus

Stage name became ma focus

Nah rapping is ma zest

Just say he's the best

Fucking u with ma middle finger

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine