This is a song about "Owen lewis"

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

So i grab my sandwich and eat it

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Better grab your mortal kombat handbook

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Knowing you can no longer party

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

But joseph u aint did nothing

But i ain't listening

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

I'd leave your ass like mary right after joseph hit that shit,

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

His forename was joseph, it's what got him started