This is a song about "Rest in peace uncle chris"

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Rest in peace in my loving memory

We can make more, make babies

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Friendship ties was a severed piece, i even thought that i should rest in peace

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

You're tryin' to rise over mandala, there's no peace in his rest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

You're tryin' to rise over mandala, there's no peace in his rest

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Rest in peace to my vagabond