This is a song about "Bang that bitch and her friend alcohol weed"

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Bang bang, do you hear that gun bang?

You gotta understand man

Bang bang, do you hear that gun bang?

That two face bitch that you call your friend these days

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

My all gold rolly or the

Bitch, go bang another fella

I run inside yo sister house and shoot that bitch off in her feet

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

But i'm not worried

Put up and smoke that weed,

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And now i see that you were just a fake friend

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end