This is a song about "Bowling alleys"

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

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Kirko paint her walls

Sittin on bowling balls

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Packin powder and much more in the alleys