This is a song about "Dropping bows on em"

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Toss em down on the ground and squash em like sumo

Come right back on 'em, fight, and leave 'em in the dirt yo

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Explicit is how i spit it shitting on em like a pidgeon

When they here today what you say to them

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

4-3... yea, remember that please

Twins on deck call em siamese,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em