This is a song about "Philando castile"

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

The chap stick has run dry,

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

I can always go home and look down my street

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

My exs all bitter because im living sweet

The real muscle in the message of that

But please don't cry, dry your eyes, that's misdirected,

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Kings covered in potassium it clings

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista