This is a song about "Ar 15"

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Medical experiment benadryl mixed with heroin

I may be 15, but ive been straight through hell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Concentrating on eliminating my opponents now/

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Obtaining permission, fucken deceiving opposition

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

With an ar-16 and shoot up the whole fucking lobby

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

If you ever see me? i'mma be clappin'; the ar!