This is a song about "Giorgi das arschloch"

It's really sad to say

I was raised this way

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

And i'm here for you if you ever feelin sad

For those whey no fit dey fix son

This is ice, this is frozen,

I get sad when u dont call

I don’t do nothing but ball

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Inglorious bastard before this

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

No more sad song on pianos

I killing people,but i still feel sad

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

I know that you know this

Pocket racked up all big faces