This is a song about "Throwing lauren off a cliff"

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

Throwing up dope flows on the mic, y'all better wipe it off,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

I'm throwing you a life line, with a word of advice,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Or a fake like you out of the blue i'm throwing a mackaveli like you off the empire

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

If i can make one wish, it would be to jump off a cliff

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff