This is a song about "My girl shelby"

Y'all similes is literal shit

Oh girl you're my narcotic

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Oh girl you're my narcotic

Razor grips, laser spit

Somebody call my girl she needs to relax

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Back when shelby had that timberwood, off the fam good

It'sgoingtobehard to getmyself out this ditch, without my girl.

And im not puffin on the green or snorting (ish) white as pearl

Oh girl you're my narcotic

Yeah, rack, rack city shit