This is a song about "Bowling alleys"

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

They're scrapping in alleys, acting real dandy as the magazines clappin'

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

No offense ya bitch taking balls to the face like bowling pins

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Huh, a metaphor of course

Sittin on bowling balls