This is a song about "Ragging on you"

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Murdered you on the flat screen

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

You on the table for operation

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Shoulda been the one you could rely on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

You already know what i been on

You hunnybun on some sweet shit,

In the midst of a fire pit

Beating you, go on, tattle

Be the ocean, where i unravel

You standing at that throne you smiling at that throne as we praise you on and on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon