This is a song about "Owen lewis"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Hook: are you angry yea i know

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

But i ain't get to see you today

I'm done, put the anchor in the bay

My god isnt dwayne johnson

Tryna find the one

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

And real bitches don't respect you

At this point even hook up with two

But the past has no anchor and its silly to think it ever did

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good