This is a song about "Arrow"

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

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

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

And they drummin' on the hollow buckets, show ain't over 'til it's bravo

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

Now i come fast like an arrow to the heart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

They vaguely decipher my language

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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

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

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