This is a song about "Ak47 sprayin"

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

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

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

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

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

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

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

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