This is a song about "Holly the slag"

The realist in the game

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

I been all around the world

The sequel to the first

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

We left em a world that's cursed

I'm in the the real world