This is a song about "George and his concussion"

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

George washington, and the rest in the basement

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day go

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

And thank doom for his herbs/

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

But i let off everything i have

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

So i cut off his balls and stole his fuckin sight.

It's a discussion board, not concussion support

I style on new york, pile up my fork