This is a song about "About a boy that got messed up with drugs and gang related nonsence"

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

However ima destroy them, leave them toyed and messed with

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

That me and you, theirs something about you that got

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Once you've messed up you can't go back, made a target,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

That me and you, theirs something about you that got

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

She sure does talk a a lot about dick, boy she must be in that genital phase

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive