This is a song about "Oliver leach"

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Same wack that they're selling, same bang for your buck

I think of a beautiful image, like a sunset on a lake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

My pace scatters i've got loot like bankers

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Foul breeze night,he posses clear sights

But i’m taking the bate, ‘n all the respect in this lake,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

Motherfucker this is forever dope

Like a nigga blood sucker, cuz niggas stuck to its leach,

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit//

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that