This is a song about "Hoody trigga"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I'll murk em like dirk nowitzki pullin the trigga from three

My savage niggas ran in yo shit empty'd that clip, pull that trigga to yo hoe head when she

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

My trigga told me "get em" and i told him that "i got em good"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would