This is a song about "Imma killa i ll shoot you in your face with my 9 bitch"

Anger on your sly shit face spray that shit with mace throw you in your case this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

You think i sit back and hide my face

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I tried that 9 to 5 and busted my boss in the face.

You already know you're dead

I will shoot you in the head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

And my friend vlad shoot right in my head

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with