This is a song about "Hitting up old flames"

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

About disaster in the world and

To which end you're hitting the pavement

With grenades your flow is old school my flow is up to date, like a slut.

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Nearly hitting those skies

Rollin' down the four o five

And burst in a ball of flames

It’s something that’s in your veins

Im hitting out lyrics like im hitting in a fight

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light