This is a song about "Stuart leach"

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

The defensive strategy that i pit against you,

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

But it feels like i'm getting thrown in a snake pit

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

I likely will be chased through hell with missiles raining ash,

Always am involved with the skills i release

In private, not public in the streets

Of opposing, resenting it, held it in doleful depressing pit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

To soho, baby milo so dope

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

U will dance for eternity in the devils pit

Im there right behind ya, with a knife in a mosh pit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit