This is a song about "Bad intentions"

To intercept the bad guys intentions.

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Emitted amidst uplifted insistent percent of inventive intentions

Now you know i gotta kill it i feel it all in my finger tips

Why did you give me attention, kissing intense with living intentions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Any phrase mentioned's meant with grave intentions,

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

These are my intentions, sniff, puff and shot z's

Ha my mojo back

Times aren't always that bad

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

It's actually disastrously bad