This is a song about "Getting back at bullies"

Im at your funeral getting slurped in the church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Look back at stuffs and says-

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

Back screaming attack a verbal monster getting piped

We might be back in this baby

Who shoot them back at me

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Then these bullies fight back and hold some glass to his brothers neck

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding