This is a song about "Sydney perry"

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

Private flights, finest wine, broads, fame, chains, diamonds,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I think it excited her

Times left in sode water

Run for cover and return fire

Mild-mannered smile, that hides his guile/

Look like you trying write half asleep, barley conscious.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

I wanted a brother my mother i told her