This is a song about "Ryan childs"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Down the ryan, in a scion

But that's what he liked her

Ryan spits hot fire

Whats up, my name is ryan,

Most of them niggas dumb

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Then mourn the childs death as a tragedy years later when his face is reworked at a bar

Eh yo ryan, this ones is for you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Crash and burn, ryan dunn

And i know that you're open