This is a song about "Boston massacre 1776"

They had a hell of a run

Blowing up like i'm boston

Get an ak and massacre you all with gold all in each coat

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

I massacre you while you are on the jon

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

A massacre that is about to occur with justin so split

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Ak-47 ready to pull the trigger; cause a massacre

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

You're pleas for mercy wont stop this massacre

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

You right, this ain't a battle its a massacre