This is a song about "Helicopter chomoisxbjddsnksdhhddjbdp yah boys down coppers dogs"

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

At age eight, it wasn't hate that filled yah, it was yah uncle's dick,

I remember. yah, it was saturday

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Cant belive any girl would wanna lay yah,

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I need a jail house to free my dogs

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And pot but i refuse to let the coppers win this battle

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/