This is a song about "Junior from spkane"

You stole from me from under my nose

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

Tied with an evil eye since junior high. i remember she would hide

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

I need to free them

You dont know where im from

So keep fronting till my peeps come

They know where i come from

Why, why, this young little guy had to lose his mother back in junior high.

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Protected from fatalism.

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey