This is a song about "Dripped dropped grabbed trapped stopped stepped hopped wrapped chopped clapped"

Tears dripped on my lap, i was battered n' saddened

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

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Intestines wrapped around your neck like a noose

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Last of a dying breed

These chains wrapped around my feet,

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Guess not, can't shop, because my income's stopped,

The vacancy that sat in my heart