This is a song about "Zoey the short red headed emo"

Enough fakes!, i don't know where your headed to, but it aint in the right place/

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Short-term, long-term, nothing was the same, you

She gonna dance when that molly through

The afrocentric rappers who knew life is too short,

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Rack, rack city shit

Fuck im getting big headed

Like the red you use to dye

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher

I gotta know if it's real or not

I was headed down over to the head shop