This is a song about "Greasy neck"

And you're lucky that our boys dragged me off your neck

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

I work hard for everything i get

Doctor: come again? you strangled a neck?

Police perplexed that the suspect had dissected his neck

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Down my neck, stunned, so grim,

Where god at? i need to call him

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Ill say im your friend then ill snap your neck

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.