This is a song about "His hose"

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

These rappers will tell you how green their lawn stay, but twist the hose,

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

Better leave it all behind

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his

Baby got that super bass

His conscience can take him to his grave

Hose down these hoes as she works the pole...

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul