This is a song about "Im playing bo2 though just hit bill"

Im bout to hit the armory

I'm cold on the cold turkey

The door crack, niggas all black

Turn around im hit ya back

Im nervous, pyramids pointing to skies not disguised on the dollar bill you'll find,

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Piccolos playing, while a nigga just chilling

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Your eyes are amazing

Y you bitches think im playing,

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Cause im ripping though your stereo system

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow