This is a song about "Rogues"

Fuck a freestyle, i ain't frisco, even though i still get doe, we all drown,

Like a bitch, goes up, with helium, and then set his son of a fucking ass down

I want to write a book

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

At a high scale naw they're not for sale, so sinister its straight from hell

Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell