This is a song about "Troy del mar"

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

You know you feel us, scar gang, don't even try to fuckin fight.

Gone stick with you thru the mud, but really thats just a dub for a scrub

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Said "your name's on my wrist, that scar will never heal"

You told me god was the answer

Like a scepter when i wreck her.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's like a stain, the main memory,

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud