This is a song about "German youth 360 no scope head shot"

My ear's rang, a warning shot came, no time for another prayer.

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

They gotta head with no mind

This is to my unborn child

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

I walk around lookin like a body with no head

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Future rests on our youth

High as shit, i’m in a booth

The man of the house came out and said he shot you in the head

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Gotta that red dot on yo head call it buck shot

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot