This is a song about "Back ground check"

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

I scream up toward the skies, punching the ground for you to come back as i sat

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

To come and change my life around

Headphones keeping loners in check/

That's boa, see that's my set

// [you ran me into the ground]

I drive that all around

They can’t even come around

I've been beaten to the ground

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Noone around can pull me back to the ground, not even gravity.

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Only to get that pay check