This is a song about "1 inch pinkies"

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

Hip hop don't need wizards its the 1-0-1% truth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

And i could see you coming home after work late

Ambition for life, dreaming bigger than life

Slice your scalp open with a five inch knife

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will