This is a song about "Helena chapman"

Not obvious, it’s like a piece of shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Orville might think they microwaved the shop

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I'm the client you're the broker/

Non stop, my raps are gold, take 'em to the pawn shop,

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

And you can bet she is a dime piece,

Got tired of running from the police

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop