This is a song about "Wide receiver"

Published rhymes hopefully world wide call it nostradamus

Together all the timethought it was true love

Reach for the door, get your access denied

She died, i cried, my eyes opened wide,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

I was drowning in the tide with my mouth open wide,

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Live it yourself, in wide screen.

Never know how the bitch is till shes wide

Throw your hands to the sky tonight