This is a song about "Death and love and sex and guns and weed and money and cars"

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks