This is a song about "Jroda n"

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

He say, she say." oh my god

I got the right to be cocky

N i'm not fucken sorry

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

My mama smoked so god damn much

So y'all can cope n' touch

You mental state deteriorates n,

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Tried perfecting my letters n

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Flyer then the rest of them

Sure he died in 96 n