This is a song about "Ak47 sprayin"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

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

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

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/

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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