This is a song about "Cocked back"

Sit back,eat snack,watch me fuck you back to back

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

The pain, the rash, is done at last, the gun is cocked, clock stops

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Carry rugers and i'll shoot ya, loaded, cocked, ready to blow,

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

So if you want a blood-bath i'm cocked, loaded, for a immersed expand/

But still i feel like i could strap on a cocked hand grenade,

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Went back on the way back back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black