This is a song about "Kyle kelly"

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Refused to look into the skies

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

Better than your bitch would

Or you'll drive me crazy

They probably look at me

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

But, if they gone get theirs don't det mean i'ma get mine

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram