This is a song about "Ill give u a nikle if u ticcle my pickle"

U will die automatically if u heard that a check has been stole

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Rack, rack city shit

Would u hate me if cheated

Come to my raps if u want the intricate rhymes

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Would u give me care if i came to u bloody?

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

Ill put u in a box/like you been abusing a child

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I give you my heart and u turned it into pieces