This is a song about "Pinhead gunpowder"

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And i ain't playing around i fuckin came to take a puff

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Stayin' on it, sittin' back while i puff, blazin' chronic,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Cause i'm the shit, burp, and piss that's fucking up you nerds again

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?