This is a song about "I gotcha"

I suppose i should tell you

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

I think where i went wrong.

Ha, and the bitches all gone

I believe i am to blame

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

I messed up i guess, i will admit

My villains will finish you off

But i sit and i scoff,

I gotcha frozen in fear, only need one bullet in the chamber

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

When that thing gon fly

But i know if i try