This is a song about "They sead"

Can't they come up wit they own shit

We never tattle, let god handle that

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

They just see what they see.

They can not pause like right one sega

To they point they wish they had amnesia

Till they dead in they own piss

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

I'll teach you how to take it slow

They just entertain with they flow"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Realistically they really

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit