This is a song about "Bangin darts"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

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

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

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

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

I dont need to throw darts to purposely miss you

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Gang-bangin', thang hangin', introduced crack so they bang bang,