This is a song about "Kyle s life"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

With these macs i've got a bad habit

You based your life off of 50's shit

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

My talent should take me places i've never been

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',