This is a song about "How s don t got stile"

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

I put some cash in ya pocket

Can't win with a passive attack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift