This is a song about "Commin for the neck"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Leave in bed just pissing himself the neck day probably

Picked the blade back up and put it on the side of my neck.

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

This the killer's paragon, make your neck do an aileron

Who know this be the life that i really live

Commin out, tryna bounce, fisher price

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

V-neck polo, horse be the logo

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though