This is a song about "Raid"

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

I'll raid through your mind like a scattering disease

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Neighbors start to raid with pickets, all ordered large

Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

And the cops went to even go raid his house

A fly by air raid wit a bombardment of brilliance

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips