This is a song about "Pat flynn i am your assasin"

Nah who am i kiddin im still gonna verbally stomp your head

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

I am only your loveely tree

Third ward general, young cash money

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Bitch i am not your friend nor you wife

I'm everything that they call nice

I am a sneak your soul like a satan.

Riding around with ms. reece and them