This is a song about "Sherry fitzgerald"

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

You got phat pockets like a fat boy