This is a song about "Its the type of shit that they read about like chris said i gotta bleed it out"

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

I'm too busy doin the type of shit that got gotti killed

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

Talkin' thathip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch

This the type of shit that make a niggah twitch

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Time of need, just like the walls around me they start to bleed, and

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

I didnt even read half the shit you said

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I got out of the deep end and said to her that i was leaving

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

I gotta get out of here, i gotta make it quick