This is a song about "Fuck bilboard drugs is what i kill for im the asshole that got your nephew screaming fuck"

But instead i got shot and was like what the fuck how

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Rat'a'tat'tat, what the fuck was that?

But now that im surrounded by green, all i can say is fuck the old me,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

And i don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

Mommy found out i’m paying everybody bills

Now fuck what people think im doin it for the thrills

Theres times when i have no idea what the fuck im doing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos