This is a song about "Sandy hook"

No hook but my shit is spit written

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

She's still gambling, got on hook

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Waiting to be read, you got me off of my hook,

Hook: are you angry yea i know

Your girlfriend want to follow

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

(hook): every day a star is born

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form