This is a song about "Harry skinner"

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

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

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

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

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

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

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some