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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Cause i don't give no mother fucken warning shot

No mind usage your head froze

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Inside your head until you can't take no more, insane for days!

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

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

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

But she keeps shaking her head and just keeps saying "no",

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow