This is a song about "Torri my bestfriend"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Hopefully the next album can help me out

I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

With such an ugly picture in it and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

My shit thigh like my bootstraps