This is a song about "Being bashed"

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Weed stash go run hide it and stash it, head bashed in

My talent should take me places i've never been

The latter being a constant misconception,

Of being rich and powerful

Cause this album pack enough evil

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Fuck being counterfeit

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.

Despite my life being' unavailable

To make karma come faster than she normally will