This is a song about "Loading up hollow point bullets in my mac 11"

You're insane? you're putting bullets in my barain and i still aint dying

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Then write another hook in my mac book

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Just don't tell 'em i'm a demon and my fuckin' soul's hollow,

Spending money when your wallet gets low

I couldn't either if my head was hollow.

At my pinnacle a point so pivotal

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Always on point taking drugs in intervals