This is a song about "Lisa was here"

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit

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

She was your soldier here on earth , you know down in the rubble.

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

I dont really shakespeare

So blast off i'm outta here

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Were here with me so yal can hear me/if i was on stage everybody would feel me

No one was here,or give a fuck about what i about to say

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake shit

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

While i was right here sitting here at home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone