This is a song about "Ak47 sprayin"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

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

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

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

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