This is a song about "His"

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

And i'm a just take another guess

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

His hearts throbbing, he's got his mom in his thoughts

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

He won't run away with his tail between his legs

Wears his jeans below his knees

Cause there could never be peace

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing

Open his chest and watch as his heart is circulating blood threw his artery's all ways rotating,