This is a song about "Bangin darts"

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

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

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

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

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

I dont need to throw darts to purposely miss you