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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Intestines wrapped around your neck like a noose

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

And you all will respect that

She grabbed my heart and stabbed it

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

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

Nightmare on any street

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Your aura of emotions,is making you chopped in potions

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust