This is a song about "Loving a famous person"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

In search of my direction, my genre is certain

He never actually was a bad person,

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Change shit and become a better people person

Imma a dangerous person

Cold, my style making my nose run

Speakin in third person, i'm a bit of a psychopath.

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving