This is a song about "Gang fighting shooting hommies"

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

You just keep on fighting

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Fly bitch gang we did that

Ha my mojo back

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

A shooting range with bullet limits

Frightening, so fucking frightening

But im sick of the fighting