This is a song about "Westcoast riley"

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

The pain still clinging to his broken frame, neck red and inflamed,

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Don't want to anger her, or make her irked

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

Poker eyes have you hooked an ima begin the reel

I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

Rolling thunders is all i hear every night when a nightmare escapes from my agitated sleeps

But with these hooks imma reel you in

Catch you up on places i've been

Just like this rhyme put me on the reel

Leave your inhibitions here

More fire than bowser

Or something that you paid for