This is a song about "Jeff stanley"

Im malcolm sex, crazier than charles manson

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Jay don't copy, stop that and carl c why did you prop that

But your nothin' but a cookie cutter, no tone, no throne, you're an amature and it shows

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Call me walter white, cause i break bad in business,

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree