This is a song about "Bowling alleys"

Packin powder and much more in the alleys

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

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

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

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Of opponents, witness what i'm showing

Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience