This is a song about "In the buss"

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Blasting out some backyard

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Buss a nigga straight headshot, no hesistation my gun shit aint no joke

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

Kill you in the cypher,death in the first meeting

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

The realist in the game

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

The pain stains the brain with delays in

Knocked out in the lunch in

Energized and still going