This is a song about "Kenny weeden"

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

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

But there's nothing else inside

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head