This is a song about "Raid"

He rigs the raid, guards knees buckles, for god sakes he's gonna beat em till his skull crunches

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

You could never find out

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

He's up front in a stomping parade but astrayed from the raid,

Reminnising to the first time my yard got raid,they took my bit of skunk that waas the

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I'll raid through your mind like a scattering disease

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

And the cops went to even go raid his house

Neighbors start to raid with pickets, all ordered large

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch

A fly by air raid wit a bombardment of brilliance

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference