This is a song about "Kyle brooks"

So lucid lucifer would lose it if the shoe fits shooting clips before the truth admits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

She grabs a knife with her feet, cuts the tape and runs,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

And dangle him by his tail while i feed him to a grizzly bear.

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Now where the fuck is pedo bear when you need him,

I hate your fucking guts.

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs