This is a song about "Arrow"

Even if you were to be more upright than an arrow,

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

My dick was an arrow i fucked her so hard and she called me a wacko

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go

Victory is within my grasp, arrow to your throat i'm there 'till you take that last gasp

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

And stick a arrow in the back of the bus thats how you finish a combo

Now i come fast like an arrow to the heart

You shook my world and it felt apart

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

You saved me takin a arrow to the knee but i still stung like a little bee.