This is a song about "Kidnapping infants and there mothetd"

(and we'll be there for i while!)

We about to set this bitch on fire

And remember when there are lows there are highs

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

And drink there syrup all night....

I know your man ain't lovin you right

I'm the man who wasn't there and i won't be there again

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

And now there in my head.

There lived a lil' boy who was misled