This is a song about "Drawn"

Do you like being a pawn? like having a drawn

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything's drawn around ya

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

It's finally time to say be gone to all the hate drawn

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,