This is a song about "Lyndon bradley"

I’m running this bitch, you are just a dog walker

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

We slept on the lawn, together, when the weather was warm

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

You walk around sideways like a shot walker

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Killing is my hobbie, fuck harry potter nigga, i finna kill dobbie

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

All i hear is irritation, she even pulled out a walker

This beat is a mahi tuna floating in some shark water

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Round the world you better call me the lawn dart