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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

With your girl i call her my dome bitch

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

You think i sit back and hide my face

Cos i can't manage to absorb your slow ways of spewing insults in my face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Go back in time and kill you with your umbilical cord, bitch

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

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