This is a song about "Bryce tucker"

Yet we're just board peace is, no brain to hoard pieces

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

This is hell's spot, where people tell cops, to bail knock

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Throw their wedding rings in the lump of flesh, and tell him he has-

Cut him up, put the pieces in a case

Baby, you got that super bass

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

You motherfucker have to throw some of your pride in the motherfucken sand

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

That they tore to pieces right from the start,

Haven't slept for days

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base