This is a song about "Harry stykes"

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

Now i got em on they toes cause my flow hotter

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

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

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

Not me, i bet you remember the night

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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