This is a song about "Kyle brooks"

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Just put yo middle fingers up and show what you can do

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

I hate your fucking guts.

Good kids make bad grown ups

I'll go horrorcore on you and rip your guts out

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Got no concern for the burns i leave you never learn

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

I'll spill your guts and i'll murder you till your last breath,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Piece up mind to put it into beats