This is a song about "Fighting and shooting nate"

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Yal would drop these theories to the cement and he'll still be shooting heroin

Rex ryan on these hoes, jet life forever bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe