This is a song about "Harry quigley"

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You're #presidential but #you #don't #do #shit like harry truman,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Killing is my hobbie, fuck harry potter nigga, i finna kill dobbie

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,