This is a song about "K9 feeder"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Girl back up and give a high five

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Im a little wack but my posture is straight up my back

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Listen up motherfuckers, yo look, lucifer's back,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

But i've got time to invest to supply some lyrical complex

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

The fiends supply the shady