This is a song about "Point a choppa at a nigga now ge running like a trackrace"

Stuck on point like a dart throw

I'm never faded though

My style is on point like a decimal/

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

They say it's only one life, life, life

At this point im walkin' around with a knife

Now i'm missing the point like a circumcised penis,

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

I got rich from a little struggle

My style is on point like a decimal,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

At this point there's a hole in my heart like a bagel

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

Aye, hold your head homie, look