This is a song about "Eurica stockade"

That i'll rip your fucking head off and dump it in

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

But she's not alonemiss independent

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Ill paint my life as picture like a mural on a wall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

I also have a cutie to call

Could stand up like a man)

Pushing in my mama van

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Written in blood on the wall