This is a song about "Vic fuentes"

All for a prize / the winner gets to pick how all of em dies

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They tripping cause i keep it locked down, san quintin!?

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?

I wrote this song so this monster inside finally dies.

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Funny, cause i'm the dog and the cat dies in this movie,

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Every time i look into your #eyes a piece of me dies i can feel it #inside

U try to apologize..more lies..i can see it in your eyes..this is where our love dies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel