This is a song about "Jess demeo likes the dick"

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Cause i aint never been peer pressured by the likes of you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

I'm the kind of kid that likes to sprint down the hall with some scissors

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

Dick dastardly deeds destroying the neighborhood

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

And jesus never helped and the devil's a dick

Maybe the killer likes to eat people for brunch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Her father in his room sucking the devils dick,

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic