This is a song about "He was making fun of me in a rap"

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

He was making it his life and i wasn't.

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

He probably doesn't know that rap was a piece of crap

Stop making me insult you more,respect isnt for fun

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

He knew he was gonna die so he lets out a deep breathe and closes both of his

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Of mine he cleared the demons i was facing in mankind

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks