This is a song about "Kenny phipps"

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried