This is a song about "Rocco perry"

Yall fuck it yes im depressed and dress in black

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Huh, got to get better with time

You burnett's while i'm a fine wine.

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Ain't that your worst fear

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

This country, black and white, its split

You, you, you have to pay for that

You can't solve all your problems with some weed and wine

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Here they keep a rachet close

I drop divebombs and torpedoes