This is a song about "Jude mulligan"

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

The world looking out, they on the front row

Make sure to give them my all

Staring at the crystal ball

Please boo what's your size crazy

When i tell her keep it drama free

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Imma ball to the day i fall