This is a song about "Hamza a bitch he cant aim for his life this nigh"

The shit he envisions and this is his vengeance for the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Because he is a little bitch who cant take it that im better than him

His life too risky for a baby or a wife

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

You just cant match this, a psychopathic with tactics u aint ready yet bitch go practice!

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Takin' my shots, i aim for the top 'till the day that i drop, i'll rape this blank,

In response for a hoe i make his life a misery show

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model