This is a song about "After all this done you will be in denial"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

It will all be okay. you can depend

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

After some minutes you will change

When i pull up in that candy range

Like you will be when you're done with me, take you out your misery,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

When im done with you youll be put in an insane asylum

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

You have to be in some stupid cult that i will never join here this "no"

After im done with you, you be bleeding red,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead