This is a song about "Oliver moore"

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell

Just like free way rick ross

Bitch got all them booty shots

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

She was never so scared in her life but then he took a swing and she fell

Even tho im always trippin ive never ever fell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

Who fell and dwells in hell and rots

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

I diddy bop and make them titties pop