This is a song about "Marley brooke"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Yeah i made damien marley an orphan,

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

We'd cotch listening to damian marley

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Mami told me son, hold your own

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon