This is a song about "Glenn stringer"

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Party player? light up the pretty led/

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

// [everybody wants you, player]

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

The doctor has arrived just be patient

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

I love to write, make knotted string art that's jail life.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Every playa's got a hater, but y'all should hate the game not the player.

That still threatens us, eagle with it's claws, gripping, ripping all the flesh off us.

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness