This is a song about "Kyle robinson"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

But if i do, nicholson smother me with pillows.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

And we're ballin' like when walter frazier fought the lakers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

No benson though, cuz the vibe he be killin

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

A gem on the surface but grew into a disturbed recluse that she converted to

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

6 lives without question, and tapes his recluse