This is a song about "His dimples"

Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Although his lyrics are shit his shaking his head saying ya i am the best

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy

Ultimately his decision,

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

My wishes are simple, a redhead with dimples.

His homie went to his house and opened the door

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for