This is a song about "In the buss"

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

And my wish is to have everything

Kill you in the cypher,death in the first meeting

Say what you wanna but

Stuck in the in the tub,

He's in the books he's in the cites

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

They fall in the downtown,in town

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

In the face of the outside.

It sends her on a trip so right

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her