This is a song about "Kelsey bam pow"

Because it's so much pressure now

Driving around in a plow, pow!

Punched the teacher out like pow, he jumped my ass with some cleats

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Tackling y'all, all up in you, bam

But call me uncle, yeah uncle cam

Hard horned stab and jab like a ram slam bam damn

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

Because when i go click clack pow

Soul brother number two, i'm the one now

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

I launched a fist right at him, bim bim, bam, wham, slam,