This is a song about "Honky"

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

With my lyrics i'm elusive, two stones for my one bird

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Ill say it strait up, boi your lines fuckin reek

I signed with maybach, and we did that ish the 1st week

Just rolling around, town cause

I think found where your mind was

Punch you with the force of #george #foreman, i kill niggas

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

George washington, and the rest in the basement

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

Ricky moore flightposite, mike bibby blue foams