This is a song about "Horror"

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Everyone wanna own that corner spot, strike horror to those who not

Then there's me, alone, sick an sinful, about to show the world my ripple with this pistol

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

With banal homages my hate fueled horror sentiment of resentment

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

So ya im obssesd wit horror make you have dreams

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Horror rage, gave me deep scratches round my eyes

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Makes it seem like a horror scene

Down in miami, with a super ho team

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I go watch a horror flick and laugh at it