This is a song about "George and his underwear"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Yalls shit is so simple, even george isnt curious

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

Top ranked, number one my son

George jackson packin' a magnum

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

In the corner of my eye, i saw a pair of polka dot underwear

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

A roof for their stuff, shout out to george carlin

I’m smoother than alopecia skin