This is a song about "Going in on somebody"

Get off a key like i can’t sing

You fall in life, but you keep going

When you took my hand up so calm

Ahah i keep going on

Cause you got it going on

New message from mom

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

They tell me pick on somebody my own size

But i think i like that, just maybe

Im going on a shooting spree

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Somebody call the coroner, cuz bitch i'm on the border

Going to train on spiders

Uptown roamers, and south side riders