This is a song about "A bitch that will escape form a place"

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Words are weapons, life's a bitch, teach that bitch a lesson,

Theres a little bit of hell in everyone just waiten to escape

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Guess that's all you can expect form a nigga with downs syndrome

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

How come i can't escape from a girl i consider a bitch?

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge