This is a song about "Dislocated shoulders"

Better yet they work my every nerve

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

Hardest pressure on my shoulders, peep the architecture,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

But so much stress in our shoulders like a veteran tours,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

This is what i cannot say, but plays over and over above my shoulders

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

All of the drama and shit that was on its shoulders

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Like atlas i take the weight of the world on my shoulders

But i still feel like something's dislocated,

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

That foriegner is now dislocated incarcerated he is out and bout

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out