This is a song about "Keaton williams"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Prince williams ain’t do it right if you ask me

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

I need the remedy, dont want to look like jackson

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I'm a son of a gun

George jackson packin' a magnum

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Kris humphries ain't nothing to fuck with

I'm gon remember her, but still

Until i die or latinos will.