This is a song about "H man"

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Could i make you my baby

But i can't stop like r h c p

You comeplete waste man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Skeletors, he-man, she-man, see, man?

But let me inspire someone who can

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,