This is a song about "I m about to head home blood"

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

So i just had to write this rap to get my head.

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Could head home, i got pussy to pound

Now that's six cops found on that ground

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

I'm about to rip the head off this little fuckin bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit