This is a song about "Henry s"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

If you ever feel alone and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Is a space that now you hold

S queezys very bold

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that