This is a song about "Gangs killing fun"

We have nothing in common

That's when it really gets fun

I don't know, obviously i disappear

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

I'm cutting off your fun

Yeah i ain't done

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

The chase has begun, one tonne of fucking fun fun fun,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,