This is a song about "Got a couple shooters and they ride with me and they down to shoot when its drill time pull up and we get to drumming let thirty shots out that glock nine got a couple shooters and they ride with me and they down to shoot when its drill time pull up and w"

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Time of need, just like the walls around me they start to bleed, and

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

When it comes to shiva and me its a scary scene with good deeds

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

When i'm down she helps me up and tells me to be brave

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Down to smoke when i got kicked out and when my heart through a shredder

Time to pick up our cross, show what we got to the lost, yes we telling and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Pull my wand out and those tricks get on they knees (ta da!)

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Til they time come, and that time's up

I love you though i'll still fuck

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Sometimes my life drives me insane and to cock and shoot,