This is a song about "Gully bod dead dont make me put a shot in you head"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Get ripped in three/ for tryin 2 diss me /put ur 2 ''cents'' in get shot like

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

And now i hear you put a price on my mother's head?

I'll run you like a puppet, now put your head down in shame

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

Everybody watching while you touching real money