This is a song about "Mccoy got traded"

Icky rhymes got you feeling like you got soaked with slime

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

But sadly they're all i got

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

We popping bottles, it don't stop

To prove what i've got

We been down for too long but that's alright

I got that powder, i got that white

Then look at all the game i got

So i took another shot

I got more and you got less

I'm hoping i confess

Its all i fuckin' got

Almost cried right on the spot

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Got through elementary,