This is a song about "Neck it"

Through a tube down your neck!

Nobody ain't own us yet

Up to your neck in concrete n eat it, like a curse

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Picked the blade back up and put it on the side of my neck.

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

And please never disrespect my set

Flow tighter than a noose on you neck

Grab out my trust worthy razor slowly drag it across the bastards neck,

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Snap your neck back like a gun cock it,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

I would hit him in the chin, but it might be snappin his neck

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck