This is a song about "Jeffery from kfc"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Especially from detectives

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

You stole from me from under my nose

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Maybe from my ass maybe from my third nipple,

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

According to statistics i'll fuck you up worse than jeffery dahmer with a sharp thermometer