This is a song about "Joel kelly"

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle

They probably look at me

Hopin' that my niggas see

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Now look at me than look at you

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

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

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