This is a song about "Jesus humvee guns hoes nazi heaven uzi"

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

An enemy troop foolishly unloaded his uzi and sprayed

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Popping shots off from my top like an uzi

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns

You can't evade my guns,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Except she's got a little more ass

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type