This is a song about "Couple of youts want me dead"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Do you want to end up dead?!

And please never disrespect my set

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Humping, nope... just a couple of cannibalizes hugging.

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Couple of sips of that then i gradually graduate

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Mixing a couple of random lyrics

So here i am at the store for some chips

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Kids make fun of me to make me want to hide under the bleachers

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Nobody ain't own us yet