This is a song about "It s on you"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Go to s c take on the game cocks

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

The bitches is everything in between

I just shake dice

It´s the battle of life

Cause you got it going on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

I put the nigga in his casket

You can keep on faking it

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

You, you, you have to pay for that

You based your life off of 50's shit

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes