This is a song about "I dont fuck around with no lame punks"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Dont fuck with the new guy

Don't ask me why

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

The cool say i'm thug

And i dont give a fuck

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

We dont fuck with no cops,

Cause of death? bars

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

U say u fuck with me i dont fuck u

I dont even give a fuck

Love will have you stuck