This is a song about "Owain davies playing with a bullet up his arse"

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

His daughter pops up, it's him n her playing in the snow

Though i end up like a chicken with his head decapitated

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

I found her in favela with a bullet in her head

I re-sign that bullet with your name with a peace sign

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

-ion rising up when the playing with gram tens

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me

A woman by his side with a bullet in her head

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead