This is a song about "Death nigga fuckwit glock 9 head blood runnin from pigs"

This is everything that we call hype

Catch a nigga shoot him from behind

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Open the door, they scream freeze, melt em--with the lead from the glock

You feel it from your head to your toes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

She don’t give her nigga head

Ain't finna peak yet

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

You feel it from your head to your toes

Basically blood leaked from her head

Nobody ain't own us yet

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Where would i be without my dogs