This is a song about "Fences"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hoppin fences

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

You know you so pretentious

But now i'm dope and clearing fences

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

You should be tied to the fences,

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hopping fences,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Hopped up over enough fences, call me hispanic/

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Sword swinging for the fences