This is a song about "Bangin darts"

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

I dont need to throw darts to purposely miss you

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Only escape is when i start to spray these lyrical darts your way

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Bangin' on the system like that good shit in yo playlist,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift