This is a song about "Would"

The third one is mixed, white and black

For thinkin you would come back

Don't fuck around and make it true

 but that would make me who,

Would i make it right or would i curse it?

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And mom would sit there quietly and dad would make me finally

Kyrie would hire me, lebron would wanna fire me

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I'm blowin' up like you thought i would

We was loonie i suppose, you could

And nobody else would dare hire,

I got something you've been waiting for

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends