This is a song about "Savannah graham"

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Keep this passage coming, get the #shaft like gordon parks,

Open up your contacts then scroll

He is here, he's made me whole

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I'm a little tipsy right now, imma spill more, from the same city as millard fillmore

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I chose change my whole life

I used to have a nine to five

My names not elliot either!

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are