This is a song about "Before he took his shot"

Ain't even right for presidency, he should be shot in the face

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

For that paper, i'mma grind

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Yells his partner but before he reacts

When you fly as a bitch

Boys took his brain hostage,

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

He took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safe

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

He said his thoughts took over as if someone else was in control