This is a song about "Stony brook"

Just put yo middle fingers up and show what you can do

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Over here, money over there

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Stop the camera, cut, its over

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

I'll carry him and throw him into some wired barbs

Say bye bye to her

At bunker hill hot summer,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

You need to stick to balling

You're rap is cold like a freezing winter

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

What i can live with and what i can't live without.

Hopefully the next album can help me out