This is a song about "At"

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Don't cross me like you atheist

Flows keep comin at you at the speed of light

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

It's all good, finna dog that

Thats where my profit is at

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Huddling mumbling wondering where the drugs at

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

Take her where the couch at

Ain't even tryna hold back

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

You, you, you have to pay for that