This is a song about "Screech"

Young thing said she never been to south beach

You make my toes curl like when the chalkboards screech

So that you will never argue, screech, till you brawl and leave, her to crawl on knees

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Tires screech on that road ground

I drive that all around

Blood all over grass mouth infested with rats i'm a known killer names encarved in each

Now sissy prep up for a symphony of alimonies within a pterodactyl screech

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Car crash screech and it's all ablaze