This is a song about "Bangin darts"

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

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

Will i win or will lose, depression gang-bangin till i bruise

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

All on the furniture with no regards

When you pull that thang out bitches get stuck like darts

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

I did a clinch with devil in my heart to leave my every hinge that will save me from these darts

While i'm bangin my head on this door, i wind up with 4 more,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Poison darts flew on cue, from the view into their hearts.

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run