This is a song about "Meet me on risley thats my block i keep it posted up there"

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Demons in my dreams, i keep seeing my body wash up on a shore

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

And i gotta keep it comfy up in my home town

Thats my belief, and imma stick wit it like my semen when i hit it on the bitches

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

There weight on my shoulders, but none of them, there for me,

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

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

Look at me dawg, i keep on attendin' on my crack stunts//

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents