This is a song about "My rhymes are hot point a gun into ya asshole"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

My rhymes are sharper then a dagger/

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

Bridget is safe and nothing happened, the point in my rhymes,

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Hayden pulls out a gun and shoots himself point blank in the head