This is a song about "I just need 16 bars to kill this beat"

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

Then bring you back to life just so i can kill you another time.

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Prayer ain't what i need, i kill for the green because i need the cream

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

I dont need to rhyme to this beat to say i hate you all the fucking time

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

I just murdered off this beat, man i guess it's dead,

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

So i made this beat to educate you

16 and i wanted to kill myself,

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself