This is a song about "Hurst and charles"

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And remember what i said and

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

To my homie charles bronson cause we been through thick and thin

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Crazy like charles manson, ride around with me you better hope your seatbelts

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow