This is a song about "Louis h"

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Thought its h 2 o, got close to swal-lowing it

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Is the one that kept you happy and fed... h

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

You could say im like louis & clark

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Get that h-i cus c simeon got risin stock/