This is a song about "Jeremy hand"

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Next thing you know things got out of hand

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand

We can make more, make babies

Hand over the knife please

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I' ll call you jeremy shocky, you might catch a body

Whatever it takes to live and stand

I'm the reaper cuz have the sithe in my hand