This is a song about "Nadine kelly"

My densest frees are condensed in this verse for the better or worse

If i'm not mistaken you're supposed to be preventing forest fires

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

The forest looking for those pearly gates.

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I guess niggas thought det was da new fashion

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Dance like it's hammer time in the lime light, ya gonna score

Bitch please, my lines got me in the lime light glistening

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Prime your rotting corpse with lime

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Yo i will speak through this for you pea brain