This is a song about "Ak47 sprayin"

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Sprayin' like an ak breakin' veins on their way from the brain

Correct techniques like i'm sprayin' tecs, stayin' vexed,

Or call you up, or send a text

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars

Unable to rest 'til i'm sprayin' these pages, creatin' displays of my favorite expression

And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Because you say your sprayin gats and that you tote some too

Sprayin' pain in waves, i hope you saved enough bayer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her