This is a song about "Keaun blackwood"

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Covered the room in splattered red,

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

We kung-fu that jack black/

Goddamn, the boy's back

Got racks you don’t understand

Guest spot on american bandstand

All you might see is blood red

You already know you're dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

She wants to dye her hair red?

My four-four's givin payback

Top dropped down, black on black