This is a song about "Bowling alleys"

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Sittin on bowling balls

Shots, they back and forth

Why i'm i fucken crawling like a ball in a game of bowling

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back