This is a song about "Ak47 sprayin"

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Or call you up, or send a text

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

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

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

Miss i want to read into your nature

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/

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

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

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

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain