This is a song about "I got hitters that will pop you like some bubble gum"

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

You have to be in some stupid cult that i will never join here this "no"

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

You know i got that soul like i'm bessie smith.

Got me growing bigger,if i had to will pull that trigger,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Like comedian you got no wit, not in the least i will show my fist, your new feast,

Like a south paw you get letand every breath i breathe untill the moment i'm deceased

Innocuous most of the time unless you slobs wanna pop some shit

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

I never dreamed that the facts would pop shit like this,

I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

Didn't find out all my life that i was stuck in a bubble,