This is a song about "Mans got the snub aimin at yer head"

Rap away mans so the guys score the girls.

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

At bush's head, they ain't got a clue/

And shots at the niggas that got away

So close i could give flip a play

Got the police bustin' at me/

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Got the police bustin' at me/

I delete they history

O. trice always rep his block

Now look at the life uve got.

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

Severed at the head when im running off to pawn your necklace

One can mention ones self and it'd be too pretentious