This is a song about "Five friends blow up a castle and kill the king"

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Stand up and kill him with a spectre

Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends

I'm forsaken again, rhymes elatin' ta' ten, statin' that i'm hatin' the bends,

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's

And you get red, then blow the fuck up like a muhfuckin tomatoe, ho

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Tryna blow up, lets hope and pray that im the greatest when i grow up.

I want the world to blow up

Say what you wanna but