This is a song about "Propper stopper"

They'll say, "ain't that dramatic", as they wear the starter jackets,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

A cold breath on their shoulder as death beckons

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Come support my heavy shoulder you mediocre

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Rappers here's your #vanishing #point like barry newman,

Tearing us apart bit by bit

All black everthing on some jigga shit

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between