This is a song about "Kyle lowry"

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

He say, she say, oh my god

Your the new kid on the block

That gal want me ride har

Yea got big stacks get me a car

// [you can fence in your yard]

So rest your weary heart

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

He couldn't take the pain so he took the train

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Well, maybe not forever

Or land soft as a sweater

Beat box while we team up

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