This is a song about "15 shots to da head"

Fuck lucifer, little faggot, let's go take some crazy shots,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Battle, your head is still going to end up on my mantle

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

I'm taking shots, y'all faking knots, conscious? i'm paid to talk it,

Ur da shit when it comes to da lyrics spit guess whos back to the track

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

Got the head game but give body shots like im rocky,looking cocky,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,