This is a song about "Kenny"

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride