This is a song about "Getting chased"

Signs of you getting smoked

And my regime includes east coast

So close now i truly taste it. i had dream, and i chased it.

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Got their claims and fame but were chased by hatred flames

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

You're better off getting sued or getting nude

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Enemies getting closer.

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

No more getting chased by space cadets.

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,