This is a song about "Fucking bullies"

Then these bullies fight back and hold some glass to his brothers neck

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Dry land , but its my fucking

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

As those bullies played there sick and twisted game,

Fuck that now trying get the money

Bullies keep pickin on me

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

We be in the party like we own that bar

Can't deal with the fact that all the bullies are alive and well

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Fucking maggot fucking a faggot

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

You bullies want to split us down our bellies devouring our pain and suffering/