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

Millions of questions inside my head but i found no answer,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Future rests on our youth

No, nobody's getting shot

O. trice always rep his block

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet