This is a song about "He kai"

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

I used to be the most humble until

He thinks that he can control

Purify that woman soul

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,

He calls it art when he arranges them

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

As he grew up he got more confused