This is a song about "Joel kelly"

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

I guess niggas thought det was da new fashion

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Its my fate to be the best but thats just casey,

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle