This is a song about "My yearbook covered with fakeass smiles"

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

And dip the mashed potato covered

Covered the room in splattered red,

My god come before this bread

And dip the mashed potato covered

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Miles away but you got no smiles

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Kings covered in potassium it clings