This is a song about "500 points"

With 500 characters i can take you higher than if you smoked an eighth

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Cheated three times and added up points to her kill spree

Rig the booths to make any and all points moot

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

We all forget points in our life replace them

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

Once saw 48 net 81 points for kobe bryant

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Truly unique and soothing to the ear, slow enough to understand and my points are made clear,

Years that held nothing but brand new fears, feeling more of my sanity disappear.