This is a song about "Bullies"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Then these bullies fight back and hold some glass to his brothers neck

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Do i shoot 'n' attack like done to deal with bullies?

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Bullies keep pickin on me

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

And high school bullies pick up on you, make you slash it gone,

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

As those bullies played there sick and twisted game,