I used to know this nigga sonny
Who was ironically dark
Never consumed by the money
But selling dro in the park
Became a main habit of his, bagging the piff
Corner copy is copying the man
He was blacker than piff
It wasn't simple
Simpler than the previous maturity
Was lacking it
He was never mischievous
Devious was closer
Only relevant if leaving us
He was too afraid so he stayed
For us to believe in trust
Honesty was the commodity he never possessed
Never the less
Manipulate a woman beating his chest
Reaping his stress
Sneaking a breath
We can assess
Hear the pitter patter listen and latter
Weeping to death
Without a shoulder to cry on
No one left to rely on
He was followed by some men in black
Like the belt of orion
In the report
Said he was caught dead in the snort
And was shredded
He never even embedded the thought

So let me start from the beginning