This is a song about "Back the fuck up son your you will fell like your friend"

C'mon son, the fuck you think you doing

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

You spit like you got scabies on the back of your tongue.

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Might wanna watch your back when you come up in the d

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

You rag on me but say your a friend

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Number ten, i just went and fucked your ass up friend

Uh, your brains will blow up just like fireworks

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls