This is a song about "Mind in a daze watchin the planes not with cash with the blood that s from your veins laid back like a recliner puffin on that marijuana i want to get rich quick or just die but that causes drama i ll be bathing in glamor and diss you till you burst in pa"

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I am trapped in a world that i dont want be in and i find that there's no

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

You become the pain in my head, like the blood that i dribble

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

But can you just tell me why you played me like that, so i can die in pride

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Not with cash with the blood that's from your veins

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good