This is a song about "Helen yeller"

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Catches cold like everybody freeze,

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I'm nice, yo, fuck it, i'm out cold

I say that the pool is closed

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

But for long time i had gone cold

We run quiet swift, a shooter should love thee clip

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Miley cyrus, the grammy awards, helen keller, a cucumber?