This is a song about "Kyle lowry"

The hotels we staying in twelve star

My rhymes will have you living from house to car

Like sally mae on college debt

Covered the room in splattered red,

Every night i go to bed,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Them people see my good side

Box car children trying to hide

This shit has got my soul

Just a new system of control.

Because you knows you will tumble,i'll pop his ass like a bubble,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Young money, d-town's all star

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Where there is no rules car

Ay yo you wonder who i are