This is a song about "Geoffery winslow"

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out

Get you pen out and spit your shit loud

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

You ain't king your gonna fall balls to the wall

Razor grips, laser spit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

The only reason why i put up with this stupid ass bitch