This is a song about "My lovely subscriber"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Grab my knife and my gun

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Why every five minutes niggas walking out

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,