This is a song about "Haylee chapman"

So i'm back like a clerk rapping on rap pad

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

You the new clerk? you got a few quirks, but nothing irreversible

Death is the only road from nostalgia

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

As soon as i walk in the door

Feels like i been down this road before

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I've been down that road before

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

So its time for us to hit road

Fork in the road go a different route

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,