This is a song about "Kylie banister"

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

I’m a mash ya bitch wed ma porch

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

When you sit n stair for awhile, youll see her tongue will slip out and run about a mile,

While i make you stair, in the mair

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I'm so fat if i stepped onto a disabled ramp it'd turn into a slide,

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

In the window, through the hall, up the stair way to your door

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

I'll eat a rap for breakfast, fuckin wreck it then i burp and belch

You slide, im on top of the ramp,

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Buildin' bunkers at my ramp cause i like to be protected

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick