This is a song about "Raf simons"

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Sarthak this fight over ur whack group they get slaughtered

East with biggie and group home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Right, now you say you don't care

With that weed in the air

Eventually leading you to depression

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

I'm prepared for the potential penetrational force,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Every fag is on the hit list

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

The future for our youth's group is damned, the roots,

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Is this bitch royal i despise my own highness