This is a song about "Ak47 sprayin"

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

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

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

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

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

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/

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

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you