This is a song about "Oliver leach"

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

These obstacles leave you flying around like a tropic breeze do//

But it feels like i'm getting thrown in a snake pit

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

The defensive strategy that i pit against you,

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

2 g's? gotta snatch the loose leaf out of habit

Now this shit is turning to a habit

My lyrics will bury you in the pit

It's nothin' to me, nothin' to me, nothin' to me but smoke on the breeze

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police