This is a song about "Here with my boy xavy"

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Even helped my boy along

To keep up with the same pace looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Playng baseball with my boy tube

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Here is how i write my songs, start with 'cid, coke, and onyx,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Now keep it low i'll blow you with my verses heavy for sho.you're know longer here

When you beefed wit' him, you see him around the block, you would go conceal//

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Ending the shit right here arguing with my conscience