This is a song about "Helen yeller"

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Verse 2: cold blooded j shooter, that's the name.

Off, then i'll crank the nozzle til his fuking head pops.

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

I see more money than a bank tel-ler...

And put it together

You're the story teller

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then i jet

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,