This is a song about "Angry punch and blood die"

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

I snicker and say you don't want me angry

My team getting digits

"money and blood don't mix

Rub my back, then let me lay

Live, and die, on this day.

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

No discipline, run up and #sucka #punch a #citizen

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Non dependent, was way too old, was angry and hateful, oh,

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

To never back down and take every punch

Walk past me and i'll give him some hardcore fucking punch

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message