This is a song about "Owens nan"

On that red-eyed kush flight

Really though your kidding right

Nope, all you get is shit in my prison when you drop the soap/

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

And who gave em the right?

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

Sounds complicated right

They loved the sight

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

I get a a you get a low nope

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Been spending most our lives

Take your nan for an instance