This is a song about "Kevin tho"

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned

Every wednesday when my father got home tho

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

It's hard for kevin and confessing the truth to get along

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Only bout 5. look at me now tho, im kinda fly tho.

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

My haters cant even keep a fucking beat tho