This is a song about "Noxian guillotine"

Show ‘em how much they really mean

I'm just a cog in the machine,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Or those those confessin' for weapon possession

In this cold world, it's all about collection

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Like a permanent piece of finite dynamite

But like a sharpie on carpet, that shit's permanent, man.

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

I guess you'd probably choke on a cup of coke

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

You must admit if you try this you will choke,

I'm a fucking unicorn, and fuck anybody who say i'm not. wolf gang

Ball in hand, with callin stands, i looked at you and never saw a man