This is a song about "Way to good for you"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

You died way to soon for all,

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

I'mma' kill you for puttin me down in this way

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I hate your whole demeanor, here to end you for good like i'm the grim reaper.

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Live the way you want to

I will write lyrics later but for now just listen to the song for now its pretty good.

As they pass on niggas see they passed up on good to help themselves to what they could.

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

For making you feel this way

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday