This is a song about "Lyle davis"

Rip this is for you jordan davis

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

Pockets swoll like i just cracked a safe

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot