This is a song about "One hundred thirty four"

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Or keep small it around four

Im seated by the floor

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

I just write that right by a mic stand

Im done with this battle, this one will get me to spot four winning,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

A hundred more sluts in the sea each one be flooding the streets