This is a song about "Drivin thru"

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

That nigga came thru the do', i pulled the trigger slow

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Oh, you look like my next victim

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Lost without a care forcing messages thru antennas,

So am going to chill and go thru life's rap.

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat