This is a song about "Dark command sword in hand"

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Or let us all live in the dark

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

I talk to myself in the dark

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

Got so much power in my hand

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Uh, well, don't waste time

In my hand theres a nine

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

Me and rap go hand in hand like bonnie and clyde,