This is a song about "Five night s at freddy s"

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

S on my chest like a superman vest

And that´s how it has begun

What up girl, tell me how you been

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I just wanna be higher than that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.