This is a song about "Killing saba s face"

I was born to do the damn thing

Not for attention for killing

The outline which you n****s out dated

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

She is far bizarre

Bad, just like an 80's car

Whether it was prison or a killing,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get