This is a song about "Kyle brooks"

Once i was done, i dragged her body to the creek.

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

These wussies pretending to stand big

Everything we stand for

I got soul, there's more in store

Unfortunately its different from where i stand

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

But i don't fall since i still stand

And i can write a hook fast

At her, she skips second period and runs home but

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Remember stand up for ur rights

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites