This is a song about "Jacob shaw"

Last time i felt you i started to shiver

Of impactful things one can ask for

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Hide bodies in a wood shed

And hide like a beast under the wood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Every day, my morning wood made me pass out, there's no way they

Now all i am is alone

Yo, once stole a row home

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row