This is a song about "A deranged lunitic shooting up a building running from cops"

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Wake up every day shooting for a future so bright.

A shooting range with bullet limits

You can hear it in my lyrics

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Cause i'm batman with the pump, johnny johnny

Fucked up cops have to reach a quota,pulls you over, in your toyota,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression