This is a song about "Asking all them questions"

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Asking the same ol question, why are we all

Everybody surrounds me with these questions,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

I'm wearing up with questions n tests all done growing sick n retard

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

I'm the money who destroyed them all

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons

So here i am at the store for some chips

Everything about me tops all of them

I wish i’ll never see you again

I never answer questions

Without the sound of guns