This is a song about "Getting absolutely mullered"

Crunched in a punch, absolutely just fucked in a stump,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Well aren't you getting fed up

Car with no limit what

So hold back ya tears

What you getting is death

So i'm one with that

My niggas getting mad

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

It's getting limited, only a few

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

He absolutely put his heart and soul when he spit

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit