This is a song about "B4l my shooters my gang get bitchs not lame know on the niggas know how we flock"

Where my niggas pop rocks and lock glocks, know not,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

You niggas should know by now my skill is well rounded

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Have you ever felt like, you finally got life

Even the girls do not know how hard it is to survive

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Because you know how we rhyme on this beat is rough,

Back on the audio, my rhymes are so rich, even abu dhabi know.

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Don't know rap, how will you ever get my refferences? honestly i just rap

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

It's the set, you know we real, my weapons only steel

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here