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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

We dont fuck with no cops,

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

And i don't fuck around with too much of ya'lls shit

That regs shit, i don't fuck around with, fuck those mids, only puff the loud shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Who the fuck want it with,me yeah i didnt think so,i dont write with a pen

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

I call em up, they might fall through

U say u fuck with me i dont fuck u

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

I dont fuck around with no lame punks,just go ahead and say my name once,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts