This is a song about "Ak 47 around my motha fuckin shoulder"

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

That would be cool, if she was your lover

Fuckin around so i end up like my brother

That k o d a lil bit of change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Around kids. these fuckin hopeless slits on my wrists arnt doing anything why

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry