This is a song about "He"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

He calls it art when he arranges them

He said he would never leave me

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

He can split he can bend

Niggas in the street scared

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

He got hit up that same night

As he grew up he got more confused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got