This is a song about "Jazmine n william"

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

I wonder so often

Pretending to be awake 'n

Real niggas never hate another man

See, william lynch had a master plan,

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Where you welcome to problems

So y'all can cope n' touch

Lv on my luggage