This is a song about "Over shot it"

I put the nigga in his casket

But you stomped all over it

Then some big-shot producer thought it was 'bout time,

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Your time, shot in dark you have to admit it

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

You know nothin' about, got shot? walk it out.

It was all shattered and over

Took the van, went snatch her

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

My bro went down with one shot, that’s all it took

Theyll come over knocking trying to ruin it

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that